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LOVE, HOME and MOTHER 


BOOK FOR OUR DARLINGS. 


GOOD, 

BY X 

MARY D. brine. 

. 

TRUE, BEAUTIFUL. 


!LLUST%A TED. 


LOUIS BENHAM & CO. 

CHICAGO and PHILADELPHIA. 

1890. 



COPYRIGHT 

—BY — 

LOUIS BENHAM & CO. 

1890. 
















“All Mine ” 

Amusing her Wee Ladyship. 

An Important Secret 

At Home 

Babies 


Blown Away 

Bossy’s Surprise Party. 



Baby and Flowers. . . . 

Baby Lost 

“ Baby ” Polly 

Baby’s Dog 

Baby’s Milk 

Baby takes a Walk. . . 
Back from the Pump. 

Baking Day 

Bang ! Pop ! Fizz ! . . 

Basketful, A 

Be Kind to the Aged. 
Birdies in the Snow . . 
Birdies’ Picnic, The. . 
Birdies’ Song 


Broom Brigade, The. 

Brother who was “Sorry,” The. 
Bumble-Bee. 

Butterfly, The. 

Buying a Dolly. 

* Cakes for you, My Dears ” 

“ Captain Rover ’ 

“ Catch it if you Can ”. 

Cats’ Cradle. 

Chase, The. 

Cherries. 

Christmas. 

Christmas Eve. 

Climbing the Fence. . . 

“ Cock-A-Doodle-Doo 

Country Ride, A 

Dancing Jack, The. . . 

^Darning Mamma’s Stocking. 

Day’s Frolic, A. 

“ Dear Baby ” . . 

Disappointment. 


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“ Do Go to Sleep ”... 

Dolly’s Mamma and the Doctor. 

Donkey Ride, The 

“ Don’t be Frightened ” 

Don’t be in a Hurry 

Dot and Tot 

Fairy Boat, The 

Fairy Ride, The 

Feeding the Chickies 

Feeding the Fish 

Fine Arts 

Fishing 

Flower Girl, The 

Flowers 

Four-Leaf Clover. 

Funny Land 

Gallantry 


Gathering Flowers 
“Get Up, Baby”. 



PAGE 

Going to Market 142 

Going to Snow 13 1 

“ Good-Bye,” Mamma 118 

Good-Bye No More 160 

Grandma’s Brother 47 

“ Grandpa’s House ” 35 

Hallo-o-o ! hi 

“ Handsome Is as Handsome Does ” 117 

Happy Little Bird 153 

Happy Little People 55 

Harry’s Dogs 138 

Hay Field, The 22 

Helpful Little Daughter 85 

Here They Come 15 

Hole in the Bag, The 104 

Home from the Hospital 127 

Housekeeping 73 

How Can 1 144 

How It Began 19 

How It Ended 19 

How the New Dolly Looked 108 

Hungry Boy, The 130 

Hunting Eggs 56 

“ Ice is Melted,” The 15 

I Fell Down 62 

I Love Her — She Loves Me 17 

“ I’m Kept In ” 89 

I’m Sorry 65 

In Fancy Dress 97 

In Disgrace 97 

It Rains 29 

Jamie and the Wind 40 

Japanese Umbrella, The 149 

Jingle Book, The 13 

“ Just Before You Do, You Don't” 39 

Lazy Bones 74 

Lazy Boy 87 

“ Let Go ” 20 

“ Let’s Play Tea ” . . 72 

Let Well Enough Alone 137 

Little Artist, The 135 

Little Bachelor 130 

Little Butterfly 1 5 1 

“ Little Comforter ” 54 

Little Gossips 61 

Little Grandmamma 22 

“ Little Grandpa,” The 126 

Little Hostess, The 58 

“ Little Maiden in the Shoe ” 139 

Little May Queen, The. 18 

Little Ship The 93 


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“ Look at Me ” 

Lost Fortune, The 

Making Candy 

“ Making Up,” The 

Mamie and the Bird 

Mamma and Her Family 

Mamma’s Little Assistants 

Mamma Loves Butter 

Mamma’s Sleepy Heads 

March 

Master Boozaboo 

Master Helpful 

Mending His Net 

Merry Christmas 

Mew- Sick 

Mewsical Pair, The 

Miss Greedy 

Moonlight Sail Through the Air, The 

Morning 

Mother’s Thoughts 

Mrs. Mouse and Her Family 

Mr. and Mrs. and Miss Pigeon 

“ My Beautiful Dolly from France.. . 

“ My Family ” 

“ My Flowers ” 

“ My Little Pet ” 

My New Hoople 

Naughty Girl 

New Pony, The 

“ No Go ” 

Not Jack and Gijl 

Now be a Good Boy 

“O Goody ” 

“ Once on a Time ” 

“ Only Dolls ” 

“ Only Jocko ” 

On the Beach 

On the Beach 

On the Fence 

On the Gate 

O ! Poor Dolly 

Orphans 

Our Harry Boy 

Our Pail 

Out in the Rain 

Over the Bridge 

Over the Brook 

* O You Pretty Sheep ”, 

Papa’s Glass 

Papa’s Little Lamb 

Parting Words 


PAGK 

“ Peek-a-Boo ” 23 

Perplexed Mouse, The 76 

Photograph, The 110 

Playing “ Horsie ” 25 

“ Playing Tag ” 88 

Playmates 136 

“ Plenty of Them” 14 1 

Poor Dolly 128 

Poor Dolly’s Leg 150 

Poor Fido 90 

Poor Tom 155 

Punishment 43 

Puppies’ Bath 14 1 

Pussy’s Little Game 83 

Quarrel, The 144 

Race, The . 84 

Reading to Grandma 83 

Recognition 36 

Regular Fizzle, A 112 

Reverie, The 77 



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CONTENTS. 


** Ring-Around-A-Rosy ” 79 

Rover Going to Market 132 

Sailor Boy 15 

Sailor’s Kiss, A 31 

“ Scrubbing the Baby ’’ 99 

See-Saw 88 

“ See What I’ve Found ” 122 

Selfish Boy, The 101 

Serenade, The 56 

Sick Sallie 38 

Side by Side 46 

Sing, Birdie 1x4 

Sleepy Head 153 

Sleepy Time 24 

Sleigh Ride, A 139 

Slide, The 92 

Snowball and Tommy, The 16 

So Hungry 151 

So Many Pets to Love 158 

So Near and Yet So Far 147 

So Near Yet So Far 60 

“So Rich” 34 

Song, A I 64 

Sorrowful Little Bessie 124 

“ So Scared ” 139 

So They Say 21 

“Stand Up, Sir ! ” 45 

Summer Day, A 98 

Squirrel’s Trick, The 49 

Taking a Ride 133 

“ There’s Papa ” 57 

There They Go 15 

“ They Look Good ” 70 

This is the Way 156 


PAG* 

Three Friends 72 

Three Friends and their Woes 133 

Three Singers 95 

“ Tickets Free ” 61 

Tommy 87 

Too Much or Too Little ’ 147 

Toothache, The 152 

“ Too Tired for Anything ” 149 

Two Friends 31 

Two Little Pets 100 

Two Pairs 89 

Under the Trees 99 

“ Up-a-Daisy ” 20 

Up Hill and Down 86 

Wading 1 2 1 

Waiting . : 1 1 1 

Wall-Flowers, The 62 

Wanted. — A Brother 159 

Washing Day 80 

“Way the Girls Do,” The 36 

“ What’s That ” 86 

“What’s the News ” 74 

“What Fun” no 

What Lazy Folks Lose 128 

What was in the Mug 75 

What We Think About It 43 

When My Ship Comes Home 16 

“ Where’s Mother ” 14 

“ Who’s Afraid ” 28 

Who Is It ? 143 

Windy Day, A 74 

Winter Time 53 

You Go First 56 

Young Neighbors, The 59 



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THE JINGLE BOOK. 

O, come, and see our J ingle Book ! 

Our Jingle Book ! Our Jingle Book ! 

O, little people far and near, 

Do at its pages look ! 

You’ll laugh and laugh, I know you will : 
And laughter does all sorrow kill ; 

So hasten, children, never fear, 

But you will find amusement here. 



The Book was written just for you, 

And you have nothing else to do 
But read and laugh, and laugh and read, 

And all the fun you’ll ever need 

You’ll find within the Jingle Book, 

W hen once you come and take a look. 
The Jingle Book ! The Jingle Book ! 
Come, children, at its pages look ! 



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Bow-wow- wow,” says doggie, 

“ Meow, meow,” says the cat 
Da-da-da,” — laughs baby. 

And — that’s the end of that. 


Baby at the window, 

Puss and dog below. 

One of them enjoys it. 
Playing ball, I know. 


“CATCH IT IF YOU CAN! 


Catch it if you can now, 
Jump, and jump so high ; 
Surely you and pussy 
Will catch it by and by. 



“WHERE’S MOTHER 1* 

“ Where’s mother ? ” asks the birdies, 
“ We are afraid of you / 

Go off, for with our nest 

You have nothing, miss, to do.” 


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HERE THEY COME! THERE THEY GO! 


Here we are : what do you say ? 
Don’t you think we’re fine to-day ? 
She's my sister — I’m her brother, 
And she hasn’t any other. 



Off we go — so good bye ! 

If you miss us, do not cry. 

We may come again some day. 
When a longer while we’ll stay. 





SAILOR BOY. 

“ THE ICE IS MEL TED. Sailor boy, sailor boy what do you see? 

The ice is melted ? so it is, “ A ship on the ocean belonging to me?" 

O, doleful chap with doleful phiz ! Sailor boy, sailor boy, where is it going ? 
Well, never mind, next year, perhaps, “ That, my dear sir, is what I would be 
You’ll have a skate with other chaps. knowing.” 


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WHEN MY SHIP COMES HOME. 

“When my ship comes home from sea, 

I wonder what ’twill bring to me ! ” 

“ Gold and silver, never fear, 

And we’ll buy some candy then, my dear.” 



The hill was steep, and the snowball grew 
So tired of play, and of Tommy, too, 

That it suddenly turned, and down the hill 
Pushed poor little Tommy with right goodwill. 
“ Come on ! ” cried Tommy, “ follow me ! ” 

“ I will ! ” said the snowball, icily. 


THE SNOWBALL AND TOMMY. 


The snowball and Tommy, 

One winter’s day. 

Went up on the hill 
For a merry play. 

“ Come on ! ” said the Snowball, 
“ Follow me ! ” 

“ I will ! ” laughed Tommy, 
Chuck full of glee. 


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Love her ? yes, of course I do ! 

She’s my sister, that is why ; 

I am always happier, too, 

When my darling Lou is by. 

I love her, and she loves me ! 

Merrily the live-long day, 
Sharing with our toys and books. 
She and I together play. 




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THE LITTLE MAY-QUEEN. 

O, the merry sunbeams ! O, the merry sight ! 

Little lads and lassies 'neath the sunshine bright l 
On the throne of daisies, blossoms in her hair. 
Laughing ’mid her blushes, sits the May-queen fair. 
O’er the sunny meadow, clover-blossoms grow. 

Thro’ the nodding grasses, spring-time zephyrs blow ; 



Buttercups and daisies lift their pretty heads, 

And watch the violets peeping from their fragrant beds, 

O, the merry May-time, with its charming hours l 
With its skies so tender, and its dainty flowers ! 

Dance away, my children, round your little queen, 

May’s bright birth-day honor with a dance upon the greea v 
O, the little May-queen ! 

All too shy to say 

How she enjoys the honor of being “ Queen of May ! " 


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HOW IT BEGAN. 

She only wanted a drink, you see. 

For she was thirsty as she could be. 

She couldn’t wait for help, oh no ! 

For waiting would be so very slow. 

So into the pan her head she dipped. 
And on the floor her little foot slipped. 

And, little folks, if you care to know 
Just how it ended, — look below. 


HOW IT ENDED 

Oh, won’t somebody please come quick ? 

I’m all upset, and I feel so sick ! 

mt The pan was big, and while I was drinking 
My foot, before I was even thinking, 

Went speedily up , as my head went down. 

And the milk pan tilted over my crown ; 

“And oh, dear me ! I feel so sick ! 

Won’t somebody take the pan off — quick l 

“ When I am thirsty again, you’ll see, 

I’ll ask mamma if she’ll please help me; 

“ And I’m very sure that I will not slip, 

And into a pan my whole head dip, 

“ For I’ll take my milk in my own glass cup, 
And keep myself carefully — right side up .” 





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“ UP-A-DAISY.” 

Up-a-daisy ! see him come ! 

Dear little man ! 

Up-a-daisy, one step more, 

Fast as he can. 

Going down may easier be, 

But climbing, up is best. 

And when the very top you gain. 
Then, baby, take a rest. 

So up-a-daisy, one step more, 

Dear baby-man. 

Give sister both his chubby hands. 
She’ll help him all she can. 




“LET GO! 


“ Let go of me ! let go, I say ! 

Won’t some one call the dog away ? ” 

No, naughty boy, you teased young Jack, 

And Rover, for it, pays you back. 

No wonder master Jackie there, 

So little for your plight can care ! 

If you had not hurt Jackie so, 

The dog would have been kind, you know. 
But boys who evil do, are sure 
To meet at last a wholesome cure. 



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O, my children, can’t you see 
What dreadful care you are to 
me ? 

I have to wash you every day, 

And don’t have half my time for 
play; 

You are so dirty, children dear, 

I’ll never get you washed, I fear. 


MAMMA AND HER FAMILY. 


Now you’re washed and dressed so fine, 
And in the sky the sun does shine, 

So we will take a little walk 
And of our own affairs we’ll talk ; 

In spite of all you make me do, 

3’m glad, my children dear, for you. 



SO THEY SAY. 

There’s something over the other side, 
So they say, so they say ; 

And all the children climbed the fence 
The other day, the other day ; 

I’m sure I don’t know what they found, 
But probably only trees and ground. 


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LITTLE GRANDMAMMA. 


Hallo, my little grand- 
mamma ! 

What are you doing 
there ? 

Your cap and spectacles 
make you 

Quite ancient, I de- 
clare. 

But pray, where are 
your wrinkles ? 

I’m ready to believe 

For all your quaint ap- 
pearance 

You’re planning to 
deceive. 

Your dimples are too 
merry, 

Your eyes too blue 
and clear, 



To make you altogether 

A “ Grandmamma ,” 
my dear. 

Throw off your cap and 
glasses, 

Put off that look de- 
mure. 

As just my little mis- 
chief 

I’ll like you best, I'm 
sure. 

We’ll save the cap, my 
darling, 

Until some day you 
are 

Grown very gray and 
wrinkled 

A “truly" Grand- 
mamma. 



THE HAY-FIELD. 

Dear little May 
In the hay-field at play. 
Busy and happy 
This glad sunny day. 
Arms full of hay, 

Heart full of glee, 

Oh what a glad little 
Girlie is she ! 


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“PEEK-A-BOO!” 

“ Peek-a-boo ! I see you / 

Pussy cat, oh, peek-a-boo !” 

“ Peek-a-boo ! how do you do ? 
Little girl, I see you too ! ” 

“ Pussy, will you come and play 
Hide and seek with me to-day?” 
“ I’ll be with you in a trice 
After I have caught some mice/’ 


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SLEEPY TIME. 


Because the little lambs have gone 
To sleep so long ago, 

And every little bird has flown 
Safe to its nest, you know ; 
Should not my little lambkin hie 
To the sweet land of 
Lullaby ? 


Because the merry day is gone, 

And twilight shadows fall, 

And the bright sun has said good-night. 
To lambs, and birds, and all ; — 
Should not my birdie seek his nest, 

And thro’ the night-time sweetly rest ? 
Lullaby ! 



Because a snowy little crib, 

With pillow soft and white, 

Is waiting for a little head, 

With curls so golden bright ; — 
Should not a little head I know, 
Straightway to that white pillow go ? 
Lullaby J 


Because Mamma is waiting, too. 

To sing her Lullaby, 

And the Dream Angels wait to close 
Each blue and sleepy eye ; — 
Should not this darling boy of mine 
To Dreamland go till sunbeams shine? 
Lullaby ! 


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PLAYING 

O what fun on a summer’s day, 

Three little folks and a doggie at play ! 
Jack, and Jennie, and baby Jim, 

And little bob-tailed, shaggy-haired Tim ! 

Down the lane, and away they go ! 

Jack is the racing horse, you know ; 

Jennie’s the wagon, stout and strong, 

And Jim’s the driver with whip so long. 


“HORSIE.” 

Kind little sister with brothers two. 

Ready always her share to do, 

In the merry playtime, helping along 
With love and sunshine the days so long. 

Whoa ! now, horsie ! so fast you go, 

You’ll soon be running away, I know ; 

And O, if your wagon you should upset, 
What a terrible fright your driver will get 1 


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THE CHASE. 


Here and there, and everywhere, 
Up the loft, and down the stair. 
Past the barrel, past the broom. 
Now in shadow, now in gloom ; 

Till at last in John’s big boot 
Mousey finds a place to suit. 

In she creeps from puss to hide* 
Pussy’s mouth is open wide ; 

Quick, oh, quick she follows after ; 
Mousey nearly bursts with laughter. 
For a hole yawns in the toe, 

And out of it does mousey go ; 

And while pussy sticks there fast. 
Little mouse escapes at last. 



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MAMMA’S SLEEPY-HEADS. 

Tired! tired ! tired ! Tired with their play ! 

Tired of the sunshine, tired of the day ! 

Come, mamma, and kiss them ; little sleepy-heads ! 
Call good nurse to get them ready for their beds. 
Take away their dollies, take away their toys, 

Such a little lot of sleepy girls and boys ! 


BABY LOST! 


Lost, a little blue-eyed 
girl, 

With sunny hair all 
over curl, 

Little figure, dainty 
sweet, 

Little, toddling, rest- 
less feet. 

Lost ! a baby ! 

Lost ! Lost ! Lost ! 

A darling little baby ! 



Where, oh ! where are mamma’s arms, 
To shield her baby from alarms r 
Ah, mamma is coming fast 
To find and hold her pet at last. 

Cheer up, baby ! 


Up and down the lone- 
ly street, 

Go the tender baby 
feet. 

Oh ! how many baby 
sighs 

Fill with tears the baby 
eyes, 

Oh ! poor baby ! 

Lost ! Lost ! Lost ! 

A darling little baby ! 



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“WHO’S AFRAID?” 


Who cares for you, you ain’t any use ! 

You’re nothing at all but only a goose ! 

“ Only a goose ? W ell, what are you ? 

By the looks of your faces, you’re both geese, too ! 
O, quack, quack, quack ! 

That’s all you can say. 

But I wish you would waddle 
Another way. 

“Well, then, I’ll go, good-bye, good-bye. 

If I’m only a goose don’t cry, don’t cry ! ” 



“O, YOU PRETTY SHEEP!” 

O, you pretty, pretty sheep ! what do you do all day? 

“ Nothing, little lady, but roam the fields, and play.” 

But when it rains, what do you do? “We huddle ’neath the trees, 
And when the sun shines out too warm, ’tis there we get the breeze.” 
O, pretty sheep ! O, white, white sheep, I wish I were a lamb ! 

“That’s quite a compliment, I’m sure ; we thank you kindly, Ma’am ! ” 


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ON THE FENCE. 

Three little people 
on the fence. 

“ Hi ! Betty Mar- 
tin ! 

If you are goin’ 

London town. 
Its time you were 
a startin’ ! 

See, Sammie at 
The swallows, 
stares ! 

For London town 
He little cares. 

So, Betty Martin, you 
and I, 

Will just slip off quite 
on the sly, 

Eh, Betty Martin?’* 


Three little people on the fence. 

“ Hi ! Betty Martin ! 

The owner ’ll come and pack you hence. 

O-o-oh ! Betty Martin ! 

If you are going to London town, 

Do be a startin’ ! ” 


So off they went to London town, 
While Sammie little knew it. 

But they were sad 
When he got mad, 

And cried, “ How could you do it ? ^ 


IT RAINS! 

O, dear, O, dear, what shall I do ! 

The rain rains fast, and will wet me thro’ ! 
And my umbrella is nice and new ! 

The rain will surely spoil it, too ! 

I wish the drops were light and few. 

O, my ! I’m in a regular stew ! 

It’s all very well for folks to say “ pooh ! 
The rain won’t harm a snip like you.” 

But I feel, I know, I’ll be wet — boo — hoo ! 
It rains ! it pours ! what shall I do ! 





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FINE ARTS. 



Seven young artists as busy as bees, 

Painting portraits, and figures, and houses, and trees, 
All growing so famous that no one may know 
How soon o’er the world their renown shall go ! 
Seven young artists ! O dear ! O dear ! 

They’re too smart for a person like me, I fear ! 



A DAY’S FROLIC. 


In the meadows at play, 

On a summer’s day ! 

O ! children know how 
To be happy and gay. 

The skies are so blue, 

And their hearts are so true, 

They’re sure to be happy 
Whatever they do. 

And O ! it is fun on a beautiful day 

To go out to the meadows and frolic and play. 



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TWO FRIENDS. 


The nicest dog that ever could be. 
Belongs to dear little Bessie Lee. 

He’s always glad her face to see, 

And barks for “ how do you do ! ’* 
Wherever she goes, he thinks, you know. 
That that is the place where he should go. 
And wagging his short tail to and fro. 
Barks, “ / am the boy for you !” 



A SAILOR’S KISS. 

Heigh-o ! little sis ! 

Give, oh, give me a sailor’s kiss. 
Oh dear me ! oh dear me ! 

How heavy a little sis can be ! 
Guess you weigh almost a pound. 
When I lift you off the ground. 
Give me another sailor’s kiss, 

And I’ll drop so heavy a little sis. 


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BAKING DAY. 

There is company coming to-day, you see, 

And our cooks are as busy as they can be, 

But the dinner’ll be spoiled between all three. 
What they are cooking I do not know, 

But I guess they are roasting an onion or so ; 
They’ll know more, I think, when they older grow. 



GALLANTRY. 

Once there was a little lad, 
Long ago ! Long ago ! 

He had a copper cent to spare, 
You must know, you must 
know. 



This little lad, to tell the truth, 

Was a most open-handed youth, 
And when he at the store did meet 
A little lass with face so sweet. 

Not long and idly did he stand, 

But in his pocket dipped his hand, 
And to the lass he said, said he, 

“ I'll buy the treat for you and me.” 


Then said the lass, “ If that be true, 

I’ll take some pep’mints, thanks to you! ” 
Then hastened in the lad to try 
How much his copper cent would buy. 
Came out again with smiling air, 

The snowy peppermints to share. 

His copper cent was gone, but then. 

The happiest he, of little men. 





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FLOWERS. 

Flowers, flowers all a-bloom, 

Tie them up together. 

Oh, what a joy to gather them 
In the sweet June weather ! 
Make mamma a nosegay sweet ; 

It will give her pleasure. 

We should give our dear mamma, 
Without stint or measure, 

All the love our hearts can hold — 
Love which never can grow cold. 







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“SO RICH!” 

Let me see, let me see ! 

If papa gives a cent to me, 

And mamma gives me three , no more, 
Why then, why then I shall have four. 

And if my Uncle Hal says, “ Wait, 

Here’s four more for him ! ” I’ll have eight. 
And then how very rich I’d be 
If sister’d add eight more — for me ! 




FEEDING THE CHICKIES. 


I gave them all their breakfast, 

You should have seen them run ! 

O, sissie, I can tell you 
’Twas the best kind of fun 
To see old Mistress Speckle 
Rush up and grab the corn, 

And when the others came, ho, ho, 

It every bit was gone. 

But I gave ’em all their breakfast, and if some didn’t catch it, 

It was only just because they weren’t quick enough to snatch it. 



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“MY FAMILY!” 

O, children, look and 
see, 

These all belong to me ! 

Two white, and one black 
kitty ; 

Now aren’t they dear and 
pretty ? 

And see the pretty mother 
cat, 

I feed her well, and make 
her fat. 



We like to walk together. 
In sunny, pleasant weather; 
I like to play that I’m 
mamma, 

And these my cunning 
children are ; 

But puss will tell 

I treat her well 
And that is why, you see, 

I’. Iy kitties, puss, and I, are 
such 

A happy family. 


“GRANDPA’S HOUSE.” 



We love to go to Grandpa’s 
house ! 

O yes, indeed we do ! 

For there we have such jolly 
times, 

And grandpa helps us, 
too ; 

And grandma makes us 
cookies sweet, 

And lets us eat, all 
day, 

And never scolds us for the dirt 
That she must clear away. 

We chase the hens and chickens all 
About the farm, you know, 

And ride old Dobbin’s back, when to 
Th mill he has to go ; 


the 


And when we climb 
trees, and tear 
Our clothes, why, even 
then 

Dear grandma laughs, and 
only says, 

“ Boys will be boys , not 
men ! ” 

And if we fall and hurt our- 
selves, 

She’ll kiss the tears away, 
And somehow helps us laugh again, 
And start once more at play. 

O, grandpa’s house is nicer far 
Than other houses are, 

Because it holds dear grandpa, 

And our darling grandmamma ! 




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“THE WAY THE GIRLS DO.” 

“ This is the way the girls do,” says roguish Master Ned, 

As he ties his sister’s bonnet on his curly, nodding head. 

4 ‘ This is the way the girls do ; they simper, fuss, and prink ; 
But to be a boy, and wear a cap, is nicer fun, I think.” 


RECOGNITION. 




{Cat.) 

“ I think I’ve seen 
that face — 

In fact — I’m sure one 
night, 

It was that very dog 
That gave me such a 
fright.” 


iP°g •) 

“ Those eyes have 
glared at me 
From off a fence, I’m sure. 

And oh, and oh, the scratches 
That cat’s made me endure ! ” 

“ Meow, meow ? ” “ Bow, wow ! ” 




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BABY TAKES A WALK. 



Taking a walk in the garden, you see, 

With Pussy and Kitty for company. 

Hi, little Ned, the rooster is crowing, 

His greeting to you and your friends he is showing. 
Isn’t it pleasant, this beautiful day, 

To go out in the garden and frolic and play ? 



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SICK SALLIE. 


Poor sick Sallie ! see her lie, 
Tho’ so bright and blue the sky, 
All alone upon her bed, 

With a sad pain in her head. 


But the dear mamma is near, 

Little reader, do not fear, 

And from her have come those flowers. 
To make bright the sick-room hours. 


FEEDING THE FISH. 

Little Mistress Susie, 

With her apron for a dish, 

Has paused here at the brook-side, 
To feed the pretty fish. 

The fish they are so hungry, 

They cannot wait a minute, 

But the bird has seen the apron, 
And stolen half that’s in it. 



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“JUST BEFORE YOU DO, YOU 
DON’T.” 

What do you think of that, 

O Mistress Pussie Cat? 

So many birdies you can see, 

From your hiding-nook in the apple tree, 
No wonder you crouch and stare, 

With your cruel eyes aglare, 

And think, no doubt, you miserable sinner, 
Of something nice in the line of dinner. 

But — birds have wings, you know, 

And before you spring below, 

The birds will all have flown away. 

And you’ll miss your wonderful dinner to- 


So Mistress Pussie Cat 
What will you think of that ? 


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MAMIE AND THE BIRD. 

Y birdie, I love you ! please fly down, 

And I’ll put some salt on your tail so brown, 
And catch you, and carry you off to town. 


Bird : 

My girlie, I love you ! but I prefer 
From this safe haven not yet to stir, 

And going to town I would rather defer. 


MOTHER’S THOUGHTS. 


Mother is sewing for baby to- 
night, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Mother is thinking thoughts hap- 
py and bright. 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Thinking of future years, 
Praying they hold no tears, 
And for her child no fears ; 
Baby, my dear ! 



Mother is mending for baby to- 
night, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 

Baby will slumber till comes the 
day-light, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Mother is full of love, 

T rue as the stars above. 

Sleep, Mother’s little 
dove, 

Sleep without fear. 


JAMIE AND THE WIND. 


A frolicksome wind came out one day, 
And blew our J amie’s hat away. 

It blew it up, and blew it down, 

And nearly blew it out of town. 

And here and there poor Jamie ran, 

An out-of-breath, provoked young man ! 

The hat it dodged him here and there, 
Nor for poor Jamie seemed to care. 

The naughty wind at last relented, 

And of its wilful pranks repented. 

And J amie, out of breath, at last 
Caught up his hat and held it fast. 




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Birdie, birdie, what is your song, 
This quiet summer afternoon ? 
The sun is casting shadows long, 
The while you pipe your pretty 
tune. 


The sky is crimson in the west, 

Your mate is looking for her nest; 

But still you sing your song so gay 
While softly fades the summer day. 

“ Good night,” you sing. “ Good night 
to all, 

To grown up folks and children small.” 
And soon you’ll fold your wings and 
rest 

All snugly in your own soft nest. 


IRDIE’S 


>ONG. 



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“ALL MINE!" 


Little Miss Effie comes out from the store, O yes, out from the store ! 

Laden with presents, a dozen or more, O yes, a dozen or more ! 

Little Miss Effie, I pray you turn, and cheer up the two little hearts that yearn 
For a share of the blessings you daily spurn. 

Do not be selfish, but try each day, 

To help somebody’s sorrow and trouble away, 

For Christmas should always be kindly and gay. 




Neddie caught 
A lot of fish, 

And home he went in glee. 
The bottom of 
The pail fell out, 

O, dear me ! 

How can I tell the mournful tale 
Of Neddie and his old tin pail. 


Neddie didn’t know it, though, 

And so his heart was glad ; 

He hoped to eat fried fish for tea — 
Wasn’t it sad ! 


But when at last he found it out, 
A tear stood in his eye, 

He looked within his empty pail, 
And heaved a sigh. 


DISAPPOINTMENT. 


And thus must end the doleful tale, 
Of Neddie and his old tin pail. 


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WHAT WE THINK ABOUT IT. 

No doubt she thinks she is playing a tune ! 

But we think mamma will go wild very soon. 
Such a banging and bumping ! 

And rattling and thumping ! 

Our poor little Maggie is making to-day, 

As over the keys she is racing away ! 

O, Maggie,dostop! such a discord you’re making. 
You’ve set all our nerves a-tingling and shaking; 
Just wait till some day when you know more, 
my dear, 

And you’ll be a fine pianist indeed ; never fear. 


BE KIND TO THE AGED. 

Be kind, little children, wherever you go, 

To the poor and the aged, for do you not know 

The dear, loving Saviour has bidden us share 

Our blessings with all who know trouble and 
care ? 

Be kind and be tho ightful ; make sunshine 
each day, 

For the weary and tr ubled ones passing your 
way. 

And you may be sure Heaven’s blessing will 
rest 

In your own hearts forever, a heavenly guest. 


PUNISHMENT. 

O, fie, you naughty Dolly, you’d better go to bed, 
And just lie there and think, with your night-cap on 
your head. 

How could you disobey me ! You’ll turn my hair 
all white ! 

My heart is almost broken for all you’ve done to-night. 
No, no, I will not kiss you, you needn’t ask me to. 
Could any mother kiss such a wilful child as you ? 
Of course I love you, dearie, as a good mother should, 
But I punish you, my child, for your own little good ! 


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THE “MAKING UP.’* 

What ! quarreling with your sister, dear? 

I am ashamed of you ; 

Shake hands, and be at peace again, 

Like sisters kind and true. 

Why, Susie, you are far too old 
To sulk, and pout, and frown; 

Let baby’s little hand and kiss 
Help keep your anger down. 


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Stand up and beg for it, doggie, do ! 

Or not a drop will I give to you. 

I mind my mamma, and always say 
“ Please, mamma, give me some food to-day.” 
You’re such a proud old doggie I see, 

You’re far too proud to be begging of me. 





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SIDE BY SIDE. 

Little heads with tangled curls 
On the pillow laid to rest ; 

Little lips so soft and warm, 

By a loving mother pressed. 

Snowy eyelids hiding now, 

Eyes of blue and eyes of brown ; 
Have the angels kissed those eyes 
Softly thus to close them down ? 

Little hands are folded now, 

Tired with the merry day ; 

Little dimpled feet so still, 

Tired with their weary play. 

Little darlings side by side, 

Smiling in your happy sleep. 

May the sweet dream angels come 
Tender watch o’er you to keep. 

Mother’s lips have kissed good-night 
Mother’s hands have tucked you in ; 
Mother’s loving prayers shall shield 
Little loving hearts from sin. 
By-and-by when morning comes — 
Little eyes shall wake to see 
Mother’s face and tender gaze 
Watching still so patiently. 


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GRANDMA’S BROTHER. 

Grandma’s brother was “ such a rogue/ 

So Grandma says to me, 

As now she sits in her easy chair. 

With aged face, and soft gray hair. 

So old she’s grown to be. 

And now she talks of “ auld lang syne,” 

When her limbs were young and strong like mine, 
And her brother wore a coat so fine, 

“And was naughty like jyou,” says she. 

As she shakes her head at me. 


FOUR LEAF CLOVER. 


Searching in the meadow grass 
For the four leaf clover; 

Hunt away, each little lass. 

Look the whole field over. 



You may search from morn till night, 
Ere you find your treasure ; 

All the “ luck ” ’twill bring to you, 

Is —patience without measure. 


Searching in the fragrant grass, 
Something else you’re finding, 
While you look for clover-leaf, 
Trouble never minding. 
Something else, guess what it is. 

Ah, you do not know it ? 

A very happy heart apiece, 

Your merry, Dright eyes show it. 


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THE MEWSICAL PAIR. 

Two kitty cats one time I knew, 

No sooner had they learned to mew, 
Than down they sat to think and think, 
(With many a wise and sober blink) 
What they could do so grand and fine, 
To make them with great fame to shine. 


They pondered o’er and o’er. “ Ah me ! 
Where can the road to fortune be ? ” 
They asked the dog, he shook his head, 
“You’d better go catch mice !” he said, 
“ And don’t disgrace the family 
By seeking fame so uselessly ! 

(Bow-wow ! ”) 


One day, one day, 

Those cats, said they, 

With sudden manner 
Blithe and gay, 

“ As street mewsicians we will see 
How famous we shall shortly be ! 
Meow ! Meow ! ” 


So off they started one fine night, 
With voices tuned and pitched aright ; 
One howled soprano, while her friend. 
With alto loud the air did rend. 

But people in the neighborhood 
Seemed not to think 
The concert good ; 

Oh, no ! 


They gained no pennies 
For their cup, 

But many a window 
Did fly up, 

While bootjacks speedily flew out, 

The concert cats to kill or rout. 

Ah, me ! ah, my ! it was a pity, 

In all that great and glorious city, 

No person — (wasn’t it a shame?) 
Helped those poor kitty cats to fame ! 
What woe 1 




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THE SQUIRRELS’ TRICK. 

What do you think of a boy and 
girl 

Who went to walk one day, 

And laid themselves beneath the 
trees, 

To yawn the hours away ? 

Now to the apple-tree above 

Came little squirrels two, 

Said they — on mischief full in- 
tent — 

“ Here’s something we can do. 


** We’ll pelt these lazy little folks, 
With apples by the score, 

And never cease till they, at last. 
With bumps are covered o’er.” 


So down, down, down the apples fell, 
Around about each side ! 

Till squirrel No. i beheld 

Jack’s round mouth open wide. 


Then squirrel No. 2, and he, 
Shook down one apple more, 

It hit poor Jackie on his nose, 
And spoiled his sweetest snore ! 



PARTING WORDS. 

" Now you’re sure you won’t tell ? ” “ Not I, oh, no ! ” 

"And you’ll keep it a secret?” “ Wherever I go.” 

"Well, then — Charlie told me, — but oh, dear me! 

I — guess I won't tell it ; I dare not, you see ! ” 


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“ MERRY CHRISTMAS.” 



Christmas comes but once a year, 

I wish old Santa Claus lived here. 

I’d like new presents every day, 

And then I’d give the old away 
To children who are poor and sad, 

And don’t have much to make them glad. 
If Santa Claus came every day, 

I’d help him give his gifts away ; 

And there are plenty I could find, 

To whom I’d love to be so kind. 


ORPHANS. 

We are so lonely, sister and I ! 

Sometimes, indeed, we are ready to cry 
When we see other children with dear mammas, 
And brothers and sisters with kind papas, 

While we have none: If our parents were here, 

We would never grieve them, or cause them a tear, 
But we’d try our best to be always good, 

As children who love their dear parents should. 




“DEAR BABY.” 

little baby swing high, swing low, 

“ D ” is for darling, don’t you know ? 

“ D ” is for dearie, dove, and dear, 

“D ” is for dumpling, too, that’s clear, 

And what ar e.you but a dumpling, pray ? 
And a darling and dearie every day, 

And cooing to mamma your words of love, 
You’re just a dear little cooing dove. 

Dear Baby ! 


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O, POOR DOLLY! 


She was a pretty dolly ! Her eyes were china blue, 

And her hair — well, let me see — of a lovely carrot hue, 

And her mouth was, O, so rosy ! like a lovely scarlet bean ; 
In fact, no prettier dolly was ere in this world seen. 

But, O ! boo-hoo ! boo-hoo ! Whatever shall we do ? 

For our dolly’s killed and dead, and her head is split in two ! 



DOT AND TOT. 

Dot and Tot must go to school, 
There must be no delaying ! 

The little rogues have really 
had 

Too much of idle playing. 

So, now, we’ll pack them off to 
school, 

And set them down to book 
and rule. 



Off they go with sober face, 

And little hearts half broken, 

And many a doleful step they take, 
Before a word is spoken ; 

Then Dot, says she, and Tot, says he, 
“ I wish big folks would let us be ! ” 


Now school is out, and home they come, 
The little man and maiden ; 

Their eyes are bright, and each wee heart 
With happiness is laden. 

For Tot and Dot, now school is o’er, 

Can go to merry play once more. 


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NAUGHTY GIRL. 
Naughty girl, how can she frown, 
And look so cross to-day, 

When her sister kindly tries 
To make her smile and play ? 
Naughty girlie, let the smiles 
Chase the frowns away. 



A BOWL-FULL. 

“ Mine’s hot, is yours ? ” “ Yes.” 

“ This is better than pie, I guess.” 

“ Wait a moment, let me see : 
Mamma gave you more than me ! ” 

“ Never mind, who cares ! not we ! " 


THE BROOM BRIGADE. 



The Broom Brigade ! away they go, 
With stately step, precise and slow, 
Willie, Jamie, little Sue, 


Intent on plenty of work to do. 

They’ll clean the house from top to toe. 
Then off to play they’ll gladly go. 


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WINTER TIME. 

Here’s the winter come again, 
Heigh ho ! for Winter time ! 
Little readers, one and all, 

Let us welcome it in rhyme. 
Winter is the time for sport — 

But O ! the bushes are so bare, 
One cannot find a pretty bud 
Upon the branches anywhere. 
But ice there is* for winter’s play, 

And boys' can skate, the live-long day ; 
And little girls on sleds may go, 

With boys to “ play at horse,” you know. 
And oh, what fun to play together 
With snowballs in the frosty weather ! 

It makes the children’s cheeks so red. 

(Jack Frost the painter, is, ’tis said,) 

And while their hearts are glad and light, 

You’ll find their eyes are always bright. 

But pretty buds and leaves so green 
Must wait till ice no more is seen. 

Birdies like the winter, too, 

Tho’ trees are bare and leaves are few. 

I n the snow they like to dig, 

E’en tho’ it be a snowball big. 

So boys and girls, and birdies too, 

Much sport may Winter bring to you ! 

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MAMMA’S LITTLE ASSISTANTS. 


Bringing home the wash, 

To help Mamma to-day. 

Tripping o’er the meadow. 

With little hearts so gay. 

They live just in the cottage, 
Underneath the hill. 

But they help Mamma in working, 
With earnest heart and will. 

“We’re Mamma’s assistants !” 
They will say to you. 



And looking at their faces, 
We know their tale is true. 


“LITTLE COMFORTER. 




Did it hurt him very badly ? 

Yes, it did. O dear ! O dear ! 
Isn’t he a lucky fellow, 

To have little sister near? 


O, she’s just a little comfort, 

And she’s quick to understand, 
There is nothing, quite, like kisses, 
Sweet, to heal her brother’s hand. 


Did the hornet bite her brother ? 

So it did, the naughty thing ! 
And her little lips, so tender, 
Will remove the awful sting ! 


So the naughty wasp can’t hinder, 
The two children from their play, 


And no other bad -thing happens, 
All throughout the happy day. 


LOVE, HOME AND MOTHER. 



HAPPY LITTLE 
PEOPLE. 

Happy little people, 
Playing in the sun, 
From the eai 


.rly dawning 
1 Till the day is done ! 

I Happy little people, 

1 Loving so each other 
fj That Sissies never happy 
P Unless she’s with her bro 
then 

r| Brother’s never merry 
U When Sissie is away. 

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YOU GO FIRST! 

“You go first, for I’m afraid !” 

Timid little Jessie said. 

“ There are cows in yonder lane, 

They chased us once, and will again.” 

“ Pooh,” said Johnny, “ follow me ! 

I'll keep the cows away, you’ll see ! ” 

The cows gave just one glance that way. 
And two scared children ran , that day. 


HUNTING EGGS. 

Hunting eggs one summer’s day, 

Charlie boy, and little May, 

What do you think our Charlie found, 

Where once were twelve eggs, white and round ? 

Twelve wee fluffy, downy things, 

With dainty feet and tiny wings. 

Said May, “ Whoever heard of eggs, 

That ran about on yellow legs ? ” 




THE SERENADE. 

Two little girls went out one day, 
A little music sweet to play, 

To butterflies, and birds and bees, 
And e’en the squirrels in the trees. 


A lazy snail came creeping by. 

And paused to listen, on the sly — 

A hungry rooster came along — 

And the snail never heard the end of that song. 
(Too bad !) 




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“ THERE’S PAPA!” 

There’s papa ! I see him standing over there ! 

Look, mamma, he’s buying some candy, I declare ; 
Candy for “ his darling,” that is /, you know • 

Is it at any wonder I love my papa so ? 

I was tired of waiting : I thought he’d never come, 

But now he’s buying candy, and going to give me 
some ; 

I’ll wait for him forever, and very patient be, 

For something’s coming quickly with my papa to me. 


“MY NEW HOOPLE1” 


AT HOME. 

Only a worn out shoe, 

But then I guess it will do. 


We’ll build our nest and “ at home ” will be, 
Till the neighbors have called upon you and 

me. 


Mamma bought it for me 
To trundle o’er the ground. 

I like my pretty hoople, 

It is so large and round. 

I’m six years old 
This very day. 

Quite big enough to run and play. 





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THE LITTLE HOSTESS. 

My Mamma will soon be down, sir, 
She’s pretty busy now, 

But I will entertain you, sir, , 

As well as I know how. 

Yes, sir ; my dolly’s pretty well ; 

I’ve got a little kitty. 

Do you have toys for little girls ? 
Do you live in the city? 

No, sir ; I never cry at all, 

’Cept a few times a day ; 

.7. wish Mamma would hurry down, 
’Cause / would like to play. 


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“ Hallo ! how do you do, my dear? 

I wonder what brings you out here?” 

“ I came to have a look at you, 

Dear little calf, how do you do ? ” 

Then calf’s mamma, and May’s mamma. 

Thought, — “ wonder where those children are?” 
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MISS GREEDY. 

Two at a time ? for shame ! for shame ! 

“ Little Miss Greedy,” is your name. 

That all the children may see how you look, 
I’m going to put you, my dear, in a book. 

None, I’m sure would call you pretty — 
Indeed, they’d say it was quite a pity 
So greedy a girl should have a share 
Of appfes so round and sweet and fair. 

Do be careful, my little dear, 

Your mouth will stretch out of shape, I fear; 
Even pussy is growing afraid 
To see you so greedy, my selfish maid. 

Two at a time ! for shame ! for shame! 

Little Miss Greedy is your name. 


FAR. 

If only I could catch you, 

You most provoking ball. 

I’d tie you so you couldn’t 
Fly away at all. 

O, may be you are thinking 
That, like the birdies, you 
Can fly away and frolic 
Up in the sky so blue. 

Come back and take me with you, 
I’ll hang upon the string, 

And a funny birdie I shall be 
With a big balloony wing. 




SO NEAR, YET SO 


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LITTLE GOSSIPS. 



O, what in the world is the secret about ? 

I wonder, indeed, if ’twill ever leak out ? 
Such a nodding of heads, 

Of all colors and sizes, 

Such an opening of eyes 
As tho’ wondrous surprises 
Were being discussed by this gossiping party, 
Whose “ohs” and whose “ahs” 

Are provokingly hearty. 


Is it Lucy’s new bonnet, or Tommy’s new hat ? 
If it isn’t of this, is it, tell me, of that ? 

Is it all about doughnuts ? 

Or apples and cake ? 

Or of some wondrous pie 

That cook Bridget will bake ? 

Or may be, in fact, I am sure it is this, 

Some one saw Master Bobby 
Give Katie a kiss ! 


“TICKETS FREE.” 


Hi diddle, diddle, 

Says the “ cat in the fiddle,” 
Three babies in bed, 

And one in the middle. 

I’ll call all my cousins 
To come to my aid, 

And give to the sleepers 
A grand serenade. 


And no fine Thomas Concert, 
That ever should be, 

Can rival the song 
Of such singers as we. 

So hi diddle, diddle, 

With feelings intense, 

We’ll warble our sweetest 
Upon — the back fence. 


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OVER THE BROOK. 

Over the brook goes Patty wee, 

You’d think she was going to cross the sea; 
She takes a step, then stops to think, 

While the ripples flow over as quick as a 
wink ! 

Poor, timid, wee Patty ! by hook or by 
crook, 

I trust she will sometime cross the brook. 


I FELL DOWN. 

“ I fell down, but I didn’t get hurt, 

But what do you think mamma will say ? 
For I got my dress all covered with dirt, 
And I just was fixed to come out and 
play.” 

“ O, poor little sister ! I’m sorry for you ! 
But mamma will love you whatever you 
do ! ” 





THE WALL-FLOWERS 

Walking in my garden, one pleasant sunny day. 

Looking at the flowers blooming, bright and gay, 

I suddenly discovered the choicest lot of all, 

Growing right beside me, above the garden wall. 

Dainty little wall-flowers, who watched me on my walk, 
And the funniest thing was this, that they all began to talk. 


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ON THE BEACH. 

Who wants to buy my little ship, 
And sail it o’er the sea ? 

I will exchange with anyone 
Who’ll give a dime to me. 

Come, Master, you its captain are, 
And Sis its mate shall be. 

The ship we’ll call the “ Nancy Lee/' 
And I can be the “ crew,” you see. 

And o’er the waves we’ll sail in glee, 
If you will buy the ship from me. 


THE BROTHER WHO “WAS SORRY." 
Sorry ? yes indeed ! 

Surely he had need 

To ask his little sister 
To forgive him for his wrong. 

He only meant to tease, 

But repented on his knees. 

And the quarrel and the sorrow 
Were over before long. 



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A SONG 


Sing a song of summer-time— 
Summer-time so sweet ; 

Sing a song of daisies fair 
Which grow beneath our feet, 
Sing a song of flowers rare, 

In the meadows growing; 
Sing a song of grasses green 
In the breezes blowing. 




Sing a song of birdies gay 
Singing in the trees ; 

Sing a song of maple-leaves 
Swaying in the breeze. 

Sing a song of all things bright 
With the summer coming, 
Birds, and flowers, fragrant air, 
And merry bees a-humming. 


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MARCH. 

Now don’t be afraid of the wind; what harm can it do, little 
girl ! 

Beyond blowing your dress about, and putting your hair out 
of curl ! 

The trees and the shrubs do not mind it, and why in the 
world need you ? 

For it only laughs at your fright, in spite of all you may do. 

Old March is having a frolic ; he loves to kiss little folks. 

And the only way to get on is to patiently bear his jokes. 

Or, whew ! when he gets angry, I tell you it is no hoax ! 


PAPA’S GLASS. 

Through papa’s glass, 

I see them pass, 

The ships upon the sea. 
Though far away 
They sail each day, 

This brings them near to me — 
My oapa’s glass. 


I see the trees, 

Clear as you please, 

Upon the distant shore. 

To tell you true, 

I never knew 

That they were there before. 
And though I’m but a little 
lass, 

I love to look through papa’s 
glass. 



“I’M SORRY!” 

“ I’m sorry, I am ! 

Let me get down ! ” 
Cries little Miss Betty, 
With tear and frown. 
No, Betty must sit 
In the corner awhile, 
Till she’s ready again, 

To say with a smile , 
(And not a pout and a 
naughty frown), 

“ I’m sorry, I am ; let me 
get down ! ” 



“OUR PAIL!” 

“ Say, Jack, let’s dig 

Clamshells nice and 
big.” 

“ All right ; ’ 
we will, 

Our new pail to fill.” 

“ Ain’t you glad 
got a pail ? 

“Yes, I am, 
true ! 

For what we’d 
without it now, 

/ do not know, do you ? ” 

“ ’Tain’t Bridget’s pail at all, you know, 
But just our pail, Mamma said so.” 


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BABY’S DOG. 


Baby’s dog, and doggie’s baby — 
Such a loving pair ! 

Each the other’s joys and sorrows. 
Willing is to share. 

Where you find the one, the other 
Surely will be there. 



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THE LOST FORTUNE. 



"O, sister, I’ve lost my fortune, 

A nice big fortune, too ; 

It’s all I have in the wide, wide world ; 

Look for it, sister, do ! 

3 lost it on the sidewalk, 

Half a minute ago, 

And if I do not find it, 

To the poorhouse I must go.” 


“ What was your fortune, brother? 

I’ll look with might and main ! 

I’ll sweep from here to London town, 
And then sweep back again, 

But what I’ll find it for you ; 

What was your fortune, pray ? ” 

“It was a bright new penny , 
Mamma gave me to-day.” 


BACK FROM THE PUMP. 

Back from the pump 
came Ben, one day, 

With water for his dear 
mamma ; 

For all the* men about 
the house 

Were Bennie and his> 
sick papa. 

V 

So Bennie all the er- 
rands ran, ^ 

And helped his mother 
— little man — 

With cheerful heart and willing feet, 
And mother paid with — kisses sweet. 



AMUSING HER WEE LADYSHIP. 



O, Dear ! what can we do to amuse the baby to-day ; 
Come, children, and help me think at what shall we 
join in play : 

44 Ring around rosie ? ” we’re tired of that ; 

We can’t play “ Tag,” for we’re all too fat. 

O, dear ! let us play horse, baby can drive us all, 
And we must be careful very, or baby will have a fall. 
Five big horses all in a row ! 

See how willingly off they go ! 

O dear ! isn’t it fun ! (for baby , though not for us) ; 
And if we should pause to rest, why baby will make 
a fuss; 

44 Get up, horsey, go ’long ! ” says she, 

O, we are amusing her ladyship wee. 


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ABIES. 


Baby girl and baby chickens, 
Out of doors together, 
Playing in the sunshine of 
The pleasant summer 
weather ; 

All so fine and pretty in 
Their dainty dress and 
feathers, 

Baby girl and baby chickens 
Out of doors together. 




“ Cluck, cluck, cluck," 

Says mamma hen ; 

“ What a pretty girlie ! 

Such brown eyes and rosy lips, 

And bonny hair so curly ! ” 

“Wee-wee-wee,” the chickens say, 

M Let us run and meet her, 

And with just our sweetest songs, 
Merrily we’ll greet her.” 

“ Oh, oh, oh ! ” the baby cries, 

“ Let us play together ; 

Little chickies, birdies, hens, 
In the pleasant weather.” 


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“ ONLY DOLLS I” 



Oh yes, were only dolls, but then 
We have some feelings , too, 

And little mothers need not think 
We don’t mind all they do. 

When we’re left out in cold and rain, 

Or dragged upon the floor, 

Why, no one knows just how our bones 
Are aching o’er and o’er. 

So, little, mothers 
Do be kind, 

And bear this hint 
We give, in mind. 


THE FAIRY RIDE. 


A butterfly for a horse, 

A leaf for a chariot, 

And away the fairy driver flies 

To the land of — “don’t know what.” 
His whip is a stalk of grain, 

His dress is made of gauze ; 

And he takes a ride, as the children say- 
“He takes a ride — because — 

Because he wants to, don’t you. see ? ” 
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“THEY LOOK GOOD.” 

Indeed, indeed, indeed they do ! 

They look just good enough to eat. 
And I’m the girl that’s all too fond 
Of just such goodie things so sweet. 
There’s jam and honey, 

Nice preserves. 

(J ust what a girl 
Like me deserves.) 

And lumps of sugar ! goody me ! 

“ Sweets to the sweet” they say, you 
see. 

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, 

I’d better get away from here ; 
Or else I surely shall forget, 

And think I am a mouse, I fear. 


THE FAIRY BOAT. 



Dear little fairy, whither away, 

With your pretty shell-boat this beautiful day ? 


“ I’m going to sail to slumber land 
And carry a little sleepy band 


Of babies way to the dream-shore bright, 
And leave them there till the morning light.” 



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“GET UP, BABY!” 


Get up, baby, don’t you see 
The sun is in the west ? 


And you and I beneath the tree. 
Have had a good long rest. 


A BASKETFUL. 



A basketful of flowers, dainty, fresh, and fair, 
O, how sweet and fragrant ! see ! 
Wheresoe’er I take them they perfume all the 
air — 

God has made them grow for me ! 

I will gladly take them to the poor and sad. 
Nature’s sweetest comforts they ! 

They in their bright beauty will make a sad 
heart glad, 

Driving all the pain away. 


MASTER HELPFUL. 

Master Helpful, whither away ? 

Are you going to work, or going to play ? 
“ O, I must go to the fields and see 
If any man there can work faster, or be 
More smart than I, 

’Neath the harvest sky, 

As I rake and gather the new-mown hay.” 



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“LET’S PLAY TEA.” 



Let’s play tea, it is such fun : 

I’ll pour some milk, now, for each one. 
Baby — he shall be the king, 

See his crown, the cunning thing. 



THREE FRIENDS. 

“ Pooh,” says the frog, — “ you needn’t snub me, 
Because I am only a little frog-gie. 

Three proud friends, tho’ proud you may be, 
I'll hop the farthest , you soon shall see.” 


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HOUSEKEEPING. 

They were a loving couple. 

And they built a cosey nest, 

Right snugly in the thicket 
Where the little wife might rest, 
While the husband bird was singing 
His tuneful serenade, 

And the wifie bird was listening 
In the midst of leafy shade. 

But one day a cruel hunter 
Came shooting by that way, 

And there was but one bird nesting 
When came the close of day. 

Oh, how long the wifie waited, 

For the mate that sang no more ! 
Dear boys, are you not sorry 
For that birdie’s heart so sore? 



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“WHAT’S THE NEWS?” 

“ O ! what’s the news from town ? 

0 ! what’s the news to-day ? v 

4 ‘ The paper says that Master Brown 
Has gone and run away ! ” 

“ O ! O ! O ! O ! O ! O ! 

You really dorit say so ! 

He owes a penny unto me ! 

That penny I shall no more see ! 

O ! O ! ” 

“ What other news have you ? 

1 pray you tell me quick ! ” 

“ The paper says that Tommy True 
Is taken very sick ! ” 

u O dear ! O dear ! O dear ! 

That’s really very queer ! 


LAZY BONES. 



Lazy bones, lazy bones, lying asleep, 

Right in the beautiful day ! 

Unheeding the sunshine, the gladness, and all, 
Only snoring the hours away ! 

What do the busy bees think of you now ? 

Fie ! little laddie ! for shame ! 

Open your eyes, and be lively and bright, 
And — get rid of your terrible name. 



Tommy True should chance to die, 
I’m very sure that I should cry ! 

O dear ! O dear ! ” 


A WINDY DAY. 



Now kite, be careful how you go! 

For Freddy isn’t strong, you know. 

And if you hasten to the sky, 

He might object to going so high, 

Don’t pull too hard, the wind may steal 
His cap, then how would Freddy feel? 
Poor little chap ! the windy weather 
Makes sport of him and you together. 








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BLOWN AWAY. 



Blown away on a feather, oh dear ! 

No wonder the poor little imp feels queer! 
His golden hair is flying, flying ! 

With fright the poor little boy is crying. 

But high and higher the feather goes, 

And hard and harder the strong wind blows. 
And by and by they’ll be lost in the sky, 

And that is as far as they both can fly. 


THE MOONLIGHT SAIL THROUGH 
THE AIR 



Over the meadows by the light 
Of the pretty lady-moon so bright, 
Quietly sails a fairy — oh, 

To see that children asleep do go. 


WHAT WAS IN THE MUG. 



They thought he was a fly. 

And they took him out to dry. 

But he proved a little man, 

When once outside the can. 

Ah, mugs are sometimes dangerous things, 
For people’s limbs as insects’ wings ; 

And men are often lost, my dear. 

In a can, a mug, or a jug, I hear. 



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MORNING. 




THE PERPLEXED MOUSE. 


“MY BEAUTIFUL DOLLY FROM FRANCE ! ” 

I wonder if any one ever did have so lovely a dolly as mine ! 

She came from Paris all “ dressed to kill,” in dresses so new 
and fine ; 

She has the bluest of heavenly eyes, and O ! you should see 
her hair ! 

It hangs all over her shoulders, as gold as the sun, I declare ! 

She opens her mouth and says “ mamma,” whenever I give 
her a squeeze ; 

And when company comes she lifts her head with as grand an 
air as you please. 

I tell you what, I was glad enough, and happy enough to dance, 

When papa brought me my present, this beautiful dolly from 
France. 


Shall I, or shall I not ? that is the 
question. 

Is rich pound-cake the best thing 
for digestion, 

And shall I venture through that small round 
door 

To reach the cake ? I never saw before 
So small a closet holding food so nice. 

I’d better go consult the other mice, 

O, ho ! 

But wait ! it seems to me food so delicious 
Must really for one’s health prove quite nu- 
tritious. 

So no advice I’ll ask, but go and see 
How that especial cake agrees with me. 

Ah woe ! 


Dear little Polly gets up to see 
What kind of a day it is going to be ; 

She sees the beautiful sky alight 
With the rising sun so clear and bright. 
Dear little Polly thinks, “ Ah, me ! 

What a glad little girl I ought to be ; 

For my happy home, and my dear mamma ! 
And for my darling, loving papa ! 

And for the beautiful earth I love. 

And the happy, happy sky above.” 



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Nice mooly cow, who only eats 
The sweetest, best of hay. 


Come, Teddy boy, and see me milk 
Our Daisy-cow to-night, 

And you shall little sister feed 
With the new milk so white. 


Babvs Milk. 

This is the cow that gives the milk 
For baby every day : — 


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THE REVERIE. 


What can Dolly be thinking about ! 

Tell us, Dolly, do. 

“ I’m trying to think as fast as I can 
Where I have lost my shoe. 

I’ve sat right here on this stone all day, 
And haven’t taken a minute for play. 



But, O dear me ! what shall I do ! 

I cannot think where I lost my shoe?” 



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OVER THE BRIDGE. 

Where are you going, little miss ? 

“To meet my papa, and give him a kiss.” 

What ’ll you do if the bridge should fall ? 
“ Oh, dear ! for papa I’d loudly call.” 

Would papa pull you out, do you think ? 
“ I guess he would, as quick as a wink ! ” 
Then what would you do, my little miss ? 
“ I’d hug my papa, and give him a kiss.” 


MEW-SICK. 

41 I’d like to know, I must confess, 
Which is more likely to possess 
The finest voice,” said pussy cat 
She raised her paw, and gave a pat 
Upon the viol strings. “ Oh, my ! 

It does not mew as well as // ” 



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RiNG-around-a rosie, 

Hand in hand they go, 

Little mistress Mary, 

Masters Dick and Joe ; 
While the birds and butterflies 
Flee in terror to the skies. 



“CAKES FOR 
Cakes for you, and you, my dear, 
Help yourselves and do not fear. 
Cakes are very nice to eat, 
Especially when they are sweet. 


MY DEARS.” 

Eat away, and eat them all, 

They are good, though they are small, 1 
But I’ll tell you what is true, 

They ne’er can be as sweet as you. 


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WASHING DAY. 

Washing clothes for dolly. 

For it is washing day ; 

And dolly’s mamma has work to do. 

Ere she can go out to play ; 

So “ Susie take care of the baby, 

And tend her carefully, 

And when her dresses are washed, O dear ! 

What a wonderful child she’ll be — 

For dolly’s the only baby ever given to me!" 


“DO GO TO SLEEP!” 

Now she’s dressed so nice and clean, 
She must sleep a little while. 

Dolly, do please go to sleep, 

Don't lie there and stare and smile ! 
Never dolly had before 
Such a dainty little bed, 

Nor so white a pillow, dear, 

For a dolly’s curly head. 

Go to sleep, do go to sleep ! 

And o’er you I a watch will keep. 



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MAKING CANDY. 

Making candy is such fun ! 

I’ll tell you how we do it : 

We boil and boil it till it’s done 
And then — we pitch into it. 



Mamma says I’m mistaken there. 

We — pitch it into us. 

But never mind, so long as she 
Won’t scold about the muss. 

I hope that now I’ve told you all 
Just how we make our candy, 
Some day in that fine art, you will 
Yourselves become quite handy. 


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OUT IN THE RAIN 


Out in the rain ! poor little girl ! 

And the wind a-blowing, too ! 

You’ll wet your feet, and spoil your dress, 
And then what will you do ? 

And where have you been, my little girl ? 
“ On errands for mamma ; 

And I didn’t think ’twas going to rain, 
Or I wouldn’t have gone so far.” 

Well, never mind, my little las9, 

1 When the storm has all passed by, 
You’ll be more glad than ever before 
For the sunshine in the sky. 

We never know how good it is — 

The sunshine, every day — 

Till just for awhile the angry clouds 
Have stolen its light away. . 


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PUSSY’S LITTLE GAME. 

Did you ever hear of the little game 
That pussy played one day, 

When two young mice, who felt so wise. 

Came strolling by that way ? 

She poked her head through a hole, you see. 
And a painted cat pretended to be, 

And the mice they looked with “ a critic’s eye * 
At the wonderful head of the cat so sly ; 

But while they criticised, — silly mice ! 

She sprang and gobbled them in a trice. 


READING TO GRANDMA. 

Reading a story to Grandma ? Oh, yes ! 

I’m sure, little people, you never could guess 
What pleasure it gives little Jessie, each day, 

When she leaves her companions, and leaves her glad play, 

And going to Grandma with many a smile, 

Sits down to amuse the old lady awhile ; 

And when she goes back, she has all the more fun, 

For the sweet “ Thank you, darling ! ” from Grandmamma won. 




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BOSSY’S SURPRISE PARTY. 

The soft sweet clover in the night, 

Turned into fairies small and white; 

And ’neath the shadowy starlight skies 
They gave old Bossy a grand surprise. 

But she wasn’t the least bit scared, you see. 
For “ I like you best as clover,” said she. 


THE RACE. 


Race away with 
Might and main, 
Then turn about and 
Race again. 

Bonny boys, and speeding hares. 

Nobody knows, and nobody cares 
Who the race may win at last, 

Tho’ your race be e’er so fast. 



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HELPFUL LITTLE DAUGHTER. 

She’s a helpful little daughter, 

For her mother told me so. 

Work for her is only pleasure, 

When she helps mamma, you know. 



Helpful little daughter Jennie ! 

Heart and eyes as bright as day 1 
All the house is dark and lonely 
When its “ sunbeam ” is away. 
Don’t you like this little Jennie? 
Tell me, my dear children, pray. 


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"MY LITTLE PET.” 


My little pet, my kitty cat ; 

So sleek and smooth, and 
soft and fat ; 

Tell me, do you love me 
true, 

As dearly, puss, as I love 
you ? 

They say you love to bite 
and scratch, 

And all the pretty birdies 
catch ; 


I can’t believe my little pet 

Can her good manners so 
forget. 

But if you chance to catch a 
mouse, 

Why, kitty, you must bend 
your knees 

And ’ere you eat, politely 
say — 

“ Excuse me, mousie, if you 
please.” 




"WHAT’S THAT?” 

H, what is that ? I wish I need not go 

And take my walk alone ! things scare me so ! 
Ned says I am a coward ! guess he'd scare, 

If he kept seeing queer things everywhere ! 
Oh, pooh ! I ain’t afraid ! ’cause now I see 
’Twas only Ned himself that frightened me. 


UP HILL AND DOWN. 



Up the hill 
Went little Bill 
Leading little sister. 
When she fell down 
And bumped her crown 
He helped her up and 
kissed her. 

Then down the hill 
Came little Bill, 

Leading little sister. 

I’m glad to tell 
The bruise was well 
Just where his lips had 
kissed her. 



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H THE BROOK. 
ISaBBLE, babble, noisy 
brook ! 

I love to stand awhile 
and look 

At the wee fishes as 
they hide 

And ’neath the ripples 
swiftly glide ! 
Over the mossy stones 
you go, 

And merrily your rip- 
les flow, 

Singing songs so soft and low. 



TOMMY. 

Now who in the world is/' 
he beckoning to ? 

There is nobody / can 
see, can you ? 

Yet there he stands, and«< 
beckons away ; 

And whether in earnest, ( 
or whether for play, 

Not one of us all can tell ! 

Ah, well ! 



LAZY BOY. 

He is almost too lazy to stand alone, 

And it’s something to be much ashamed of, I own, 
That a fellow like Jack 
Should be weak in his back, 

Because he’s too lazy, too heedless, and slack, 
To care for aught else but his ease ! lazy Jack ! 


“ ONLY JOCKO!” 

Poor old Jocko ! see him kneel on his little table, 
Playing soldier for the crowd as well as he is able ; 
In his funny soldier rig, 

Sometimes he will dance a jig, 

Then, of course, he does expect 
Many pennies to collect. 

How the children like to see Jocko on his table, 
Entertaining girls and boys as well as he is able ! 








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“PLAYING TAG.” 

Hurry, Archie, faster run! 

Ned will catch you ; he is near ! 

Ere you reach the goal, his hand 

Will have “ tagged ” you, much I fear. 
Up the street, and down the street, 
Flying boys, and flying feet ! 

Playing tag is fun, I know, 

Or els zyou wouldn’t like it so. 



SEE-SAW. 

See-saw, up and down, 

See the pussies play, 
Mistress Tabby cat has given 
Such a holiday. 



Little pussies, white and brown, 

Go see-sawing up and down ; 

Some fall off, and some hold on, 

Full of fun are they. 

By and by when play is o’er 

They’ll begin their tasks once more. 
What do you think they’re studying ? 

J ust this — they’re learning how to sing. 


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“ I’M KEPT IN.” 

I’m kept in, I’ll tell you why, 

’Twas just because I did not try 
To learn my lessons yesterday 
Instead of going off to play. 

It is no fun to sit just here, 

With not another fellow near. 

The skies are extra bright to-day, 

Just when I can’t go out to play. 

The other boys are all gone out — 

I hear them laugh, and call, and shout. 
I’ll bet a sixpence, after this, 

My lessons I’ll be sure not miss. 




THE NEW PONY. 

This little new pony ! he’s all my own, 

Some day I am going to ride him alone. 
Some day he will canter over the road, 

And he won’t find his master a very big load. 
My pretty black pony ! I love him so ! 

He stops in a minute when I cry “ whoa ! ” 

I never will whip him or hurt him, for I 
To be kind to all animals always shall try. 


TWO PAIRS. 

“Oh, Claire, 

See there ! 

Ain’t they 
A cunning pair? 

Two birdies, 

I declare ! ” 

Then what do you think the birdies said, 

As they chirped and nodded each little head? 
“ Chip chip, chirree, chip chip, chirree ! 

Two little girlies there we see ! 

They make a pair, 

And so do we.” 






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FISHING. 


Fishing for trout in the big round tub, 

I hope he will catch a pound ; 

He feels very grand, and will try to show off, 
To the watchers gathered around. 

The trout is only a piece of tin, 

The fish hook only a large bent pin. 

What fun it would be if the fisher fell in, 
And — after all, wasn’t drowned ! 




POOR FIDO! 


They wanted to play he was dead, 

And, from his wee tail to his head, 

They covered him over with leaves so thick. 
They nearly made poor healthy Fido sick ; 
And so he wriggled about on the ground, 
With leaves and with daisies almost drowned. 
Till suddenly patience gave out at the last, 
And away scampered Fido, far and fast. 


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THE BIRDIES’ PICNIC 


Two little birds on a picnic went, 

And oh, what fun they had ! 

There were plenty of trees to hide them in 
And their hearts were gay and glad. 

When a dinner they wanted 
They hadn’t to look 
For matches and fuel 
Their lunch to cook ; 

But a nice fat worm. 

Or a bumble-bee, 

Made a plenteous repast 
As you may see. 

And they ate so much, I’m sorry to say, 
They had much ado to go flying away, 
When the picnic was over 
And night was near — 

And they went to rest 
In their nest so dear. 



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THE SLIDE. 

He wotild go out to slide, 

Though they said the ice was thin ; 
And so nobody cried 

When at last he tumbled in. 



They said, “ It served him right, 
He started off so fine ! 

But now he is a fright, 

And his airs no longer shine ! 



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THE LITTLE SHIP. 

Now, little ship, go out to sea, 

And bring good fortune back to me ; 
But don’t, like papas “ship" I pray, 
Be gone forever and a day. 

He’s always saying what he’ll do, 
Where his ship comes to land ; 
But somewhow it has never come, 
Why, I don’t understand. 


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NOW BE A GOOD BOY. 

Now don’t forget, dear little brother, please, 

Be a good boy, and do not fret or tease ; 

I want the company that we 're going to meet, 
To think my little brother always sweet 
And good, as little boys should try to be, 

And then grown people love them ; don’t you 
see ? 




ON THE 

Swinging on the gate is she, 

The merry little lass, 

Watching the cloud shadows chase 
Each other o’er the grass. 

Watching birdies fly so high, 

Upward, onward to the sky, 


GATE. 

Watching how the breezes blow 
The buttercups and daisies. Oh l 

Swinging on the great, big gate, 

Swinging to and fro, 

There’s something else she’s watching for, 
And ’tis papa , I know. 


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One sang high, and one sang low, the other just between 
They were the daintiest damsels one had ever seen. 

But somehow, it was funny, they couldn’t keep in tune, 

And so they all grew weary of singing very soon, 

And no one dared suggest that the maids should try again, 
Because, to tell the truth — their singing gave such pain. 


NOT JACK AND JILL. 

Not Jack and Jill of olden time, 

Whom Mother Goose put into rhyme, 

But simply Sam, and simply Polly, 

Two little cousins, sweet and jolly, 

Who went for water one fine day, 

And tripping o’er their homeward way 
Full merrily, without a care, 

Fell suddenly into a snare 

That master Tommy set, and so 
Like Jack and Jill , fell down, you know. 



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A COUNTRY RIDE. 

A beautiful ride in the country — 

O, 

To see the ferns and wild-flowera 
grow ; 

Thro’ the woods where the shadows 
lie, 

Out again 'neath the sunny sky ; 
Past the brook where the fishes hide. 
Past the pond so open and wide. 
Past the bank where cling and climb, 

Bright with beauty from time to time, 

The tall, and full sweet-brier vines. 

Where also sweet clematis twines ; 

Out of shadow and into light, 

The roadside glowing with beauty bright. 

First up hill, then down again, 

Trot the horses with easy rein, 


Until the beautiful ride is done, 

And we must try a new kind of fun. 

O where is the child who likes to go. 

For a jolly ride in the country — O ? 

Just bring her along and bring her this way, 
And we’ll take a ride on the first fair day. 


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IN DISGRACE. 

G, Sallie i Jie, Sallie; 

What a girl are you ! 

No wonder your kind teacher 
Is puzzled what to do. 

Pick up your book 
From off the floor, 

And try your lesson, dear, 
Once more. 





IN FANCY DRESS. 


Ancient people, very fine, 
Don’t they cut a pretty shine? 
Mischief fills their roguish eyes, 
Giving papa a surprise. 


Fine as ancient lords and dame, 

Papa ’ll never guess each name ; 

Or, in case he should, you know, 

I don’t believe he ’ll tell them so. 


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A SUMMER DAY. 


Over the fields the daisies lie, 

With the buttercups under the azure sky. 
Shadow and sunshine side by side 
Are chasing each other o’er meadows wide. 
While the warm, sweet breath of the sum- 
mer air 

Is filled with the perfume of flowers fair. 


Ferns and grasses and wild vines grow 
Close where the waters ripple and flow. 

And the merry zephyrs, the livelong day, 
With the nodding leaves are ever at play. 
And birds are winging their happy flight, 
’Mongst all things beautiful, free and bright. 


There’s a hum of bees in the drowsy air, 

A glitter of butterflies everywhere. 

From the distant meadows so sweet and 
clear 

The ring of the mowers’ scythes we hear. 
And the voices of those who make the hay 
In the gladsome shine of the summer day. 


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“ SCRUBBING THE BABY." 

Scrub him, rub him — wash him sweet- 
Until he’s clean enough to eat. 

Hear him laugh — he thinks it’s fun, 
And only cries when it is done ! 
Darling baby ! well he knows 
He’s always sweeter than a rose. 


UNDER THE TREES. 



O isn’t it jolly here under the trees ! — 

A regular picnic with sunshine and breeze ! 

Mamma and papa are gone off for a walk, 

And ail we need do is to eat and to talk. 

It’s fun to be children with nothing to do 

But be happy and merry the whole glad day through. 


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TWO LITTLE PETS. 

Only a baby and only a dove — 

Two little darlings for people to love. 

Baby is fair as a baby can be, 

And Dove, little Dove — like a snowdrift is she. 
Baby lives only in Mamma’s dear heart, 

Dove from her cage is ne’er ready to part ; 

Baby goes often on his pet to call, 

While Mamma holds her pet lest baby should fall. 
They are only a baby and only a dove, 

But they’re two little darlings for people to love. 



MRS. MOUSE AND HER FAMILY. 


Now hark you ! my children, 

Remember you’re mice, 

And the house cat may eat you 
All three in a trice 
If you are not as careful 
As wise mice should be, 

And keep your ears open 
From danger to flee. 

Go roam the barn over 
From haymow to floor, 

And eat grain and meal 
Till you hunger no more, 

But keep your ears cocked, 

And your eyes ever bright 
Lest some accident bear you 
Away from my sight, 

Forever and ever ! My children, take care ! 

Take your Mother’s advice, and of danger beware. 



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THE SELFISH BOY. 



“ Give us a little, stingy boy, 

Give us a bite, pray do ! ” 

No, I am hungry, and cannot spare 
A bit of my bread for you ! ” 

Who’ll guess why the bread didn’t taste as good 
After that, as the boy had thought it would ? 



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Merry Christmas come again 

o 

With its many joys. 

Merry Christmas, blithe and gay 
For the girls and boys. 

Oh, the jolly Christmas tree — 

Such a splendid sight to see ! 

Children, shout for very glee. 

And never mind the noise. 

Christmas comes but once a year. 

And we are glad to see it here. 

And Santa has remembered all 

With gifts for young folks, large and small. 


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“ No, no, good sir, you can’t pull me, 

But try a gentle word, then see ! 

For kind persuasion every one knows, 

With obstinacy very far goes. 

And a pat on my back, I think, my friend, 

May possibly lead to some good end. 

But your cross old face and your threats, I’m sure. 
With me will never effect a cure.” 


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DON’T BE IN A HURRY! 

What is your hurry, little folks pray ? 

What in the world is your hurry to-day ? 

Your wagon is broken, your apples are out 
Enjoying their freedom, and rolling about. 

If you don’t stop a minute to mend up your wheel, 
And pick up your apples, how foolish you’ll feel ! 



THE HOLE IN THE BAG. 

Once a little girl and boy 
Went out to buy a pig, sir ! 

They started home with piggy 
In a bag so fine and big, sir, 

But oh dear me ! a little hole 
Allowed their prize to roam, 

And piggy turned his back to them. 

And calmly trotted home. 

But all the grunting heard that 
day 

Was done by Ned and little May. 


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“ONCE ON A TIME.” 



And so it happened that every day 
Her heart kept happy and light and gay. 
But by and by this dear little girl 
Into a “ Grandma ” grew. 

And now, like the good old dame in the 
shoe, 

She has so much to love she don’t know 
what to do. 


Once on a time a dear little girl 

Lived in a country town. 

Her eyes were blue, and her hair 
was gold 

And her face was merry and 
brown. 

She loved the birds, and flowers 
too, 

The glad green earth and the sky 
so blue, 

She loved the dear little friends 
she had 

Each little lassie and little lad. 


And then with everything else to love, 
She loved a grandbaby too. 


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DARNING MAMMA’S STOCKING. 

Dear little Katie ! see her there 
With such a thoughtful, serious air ! 

Darning a stocking for dear mamma, 

For which she is sure of a kiss from papa. 

O, the sun, it is shining outside, 

Flooding the meadows so green and wide ; 

And the bees and the butterflies seem to say, 

“ Come out, little lady, with us to play.” 

But Katie is busy, too busy to see 
The sunshine which dances so merrily. 

So backward and forward her needle will go, 

For she’s darning a stocking for Mother, you know. 


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PAPA’S LITTLE LAMB. 

Sheep in the meadows, come talk to me, 
For I’ve nothing to do to-day ; 

So I’ve come to the meadows to stay 
awhile, 

And with you I’d like to play. 

We’re out on a picnic, my sister and I, 
And my big, big brothers, too ; 

They like to stay by the mountain brook, 
But I'd rather come to you. 

I’d like to be a pretty, white sheep, 
Instead of the girl I am ; 

But I’m some relation to you, I guess 
For I’m “ Papa’s dear little lamb.” 


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BUYING A DOLLY. 


Give me the nicest doll you hav$ 
I want it for my baby girl. 

Give me a blue-eyed dolly, please, 
With pretty yellow hair in curl. 
She must be dressed as prettily 
As ever any doll could be, 

And she will be as dear a pet 
As my dear baby is to me. 

O, how my little girl will play 
With her new dolly every day ! 



HOW THE NEW DOLLY LOOKED. 

This is the way the dolly looked. 

All ready for her wee mamma. 
And baby’s little brother Joe 

Said “he'd be dolly’s young papa.’' 

This is the way poor dolly looked 
When came the close of day, 

And “ papa Joe ” and my wee girl 
Were nearly tired of play. 

And all of this because, you see, 

“ Papa and mamma ” could not agree. 




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“O GOODY!” 

“ O Goody ! see 
there, 

Nice fruit, I de- 
clare I 

I’ll take some home to my poor sick sister. 

For only this morning when I kissed her. 

She asked me to get her something nice. 

And I’ll get those apples there in a trice. 

And if they don’t make her well, I’m sure 
I don’t know what else her sickness can cure 
Now then ! ” 


So up the fence went Johnny boy, 

Intent on giving his sister joy ; 

“ Oh, Sissy ’ll be so glad,” he said, 

Nor cared when his cap fell off his head. 
He filled his pockets as quick as a wink, 
And never once did he stop to think 
That nobody ’d given him leave, you see, 
To pluck the apples from off that tree. 

But when to the owner he did confess 
And said he was sorry, why then 
The farmer forgave him, and gave him leave 
To come and pluck apples again. 


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“ WHAT FUN!” 



U p de diddle de, diddle de dee ! 

O, what a merry trio are we ! 

Dance away, my dolly, my dear. 

While Tommy is piping a jig so clear. 
Up de diddle, away we go, 

Round and round together, you know. 
Pipe up, T ommy, and puff out big , 

While dolly and I am dancing a jig. 

This is the way we all have fun, 

Dancing a jig till the music is done. 






THE PHOTOGRAPH. 

Our baby went one pleasant day 
To have her picture taken. See ? 
And O, the cunning little tot 

Was just so good as she could be. 

She didn’t cry nor wriggle round, 
Nor pout the least, least little bit. 
But smiled as sweet as babies can, 
Here is the picture : look at it. 



Little by little every day 

Our baby will grow large, and so 
We’ll have to keep the photograph 

To tell how she looked once , you know. 


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HALLO-O-O ! 

Hallo ! here I am, dressed so fine to-day, 
Hallo ! here I am ! turn your head this way; 
Brand new suit, and pocket too. 

Papa says, “ he thinks I’ll do.” 

Don’t know what he means, do you ? 

Good bye ! I’m off for play. 


WAITING. 

Waiting for mamma to come. 

She has been so long away. 

Waiting for their dear mamma, 

Tired of their merry play. 

Standing by the garden fence, 

Little boy and sisters two, 

Watching for mamma to come, 

For — they’ve nothing else to do. 

Shadows come and shadows go, 
Sunset now is near, you know, 
Time mamma should cease to roam, 
And to her babies hurry home. 









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A REGULAR “ FIZZLE.” 

They thought they’d have such a jolly time, 
With their fireworks so gay, 

And they planned to get up for their own little 
selves; 

A “ special firework day.” 

So they smuggled their treasures into the house, 
Each little rogue as still as a mouse, 

And plotted and planned 
What each should do 
To put their special 
Holiday through. 


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ANG! 


Pop i F 


izz; 


Bang ! Pop ! Fizz ! O dear ! 

Something’s happened, it’s very clear ! 

A spark fell into the “cracker pack” 

And sent them sputtering, whizz, and whack, 

The wheels went off, and the rockets too, 

And the dog, and pussy, and boys felt blue, 

And never was heard such a horrid clatter : 

The neighbors rushed in to see what was the matter, 
And Neddie was scared, and Dick was burned. 

And ’twas altogether a hard lesson learned, 

That playing with fire, 

Or fireworks either, 

Is wrong, and 'tis best 

To be meddling with neither. 

And so, little boys, 

Be careful, I pray 
And choose, if you can, 

Some safer play. 


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SING, BIRDIE ! 



Sing, little birdie, sing to me ! 

Your song is sweet and full of glee. 

O, you don’t have to go to school, 

And bother yourself with books and rule : 

Sing, little birdie, sing away, 

In the sunshine glad of the summer’s day. 

Dear little songster, tell me why 
You carry your dainty head so high ? 

What would you do if you had to go 
And sit with other birds all in a row ? 

And learn to read, and spell, and write, 

When the fields were green, and the skies were bright ? 

You’ve nothing to do but build your nest, 

And dress the feathers upon your breast, 

And you ought to sing with an extra joy 
Because you were not — born a boy ! 

O, sing, little birdie, sing to me, 

And give me part of your careless glee. 


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THE FLOWER GIRL. 



See little patient Bessie, 

As through the street 
she goes 

What is she doing, 
think you, dear? 

She’s showing us a 
rose. 

Poor patient little 
Bessie ! 

Her face is pale and 
sad. 

If she could sell her flowers now, 
I know ’twould make her glad. 


One little rose to please her heart ; 
H ark ! hear the sweet voice cry : 


When on the street we 
meet her, 

We’ll speak a kindly 
word. 

It may be gentle words 
are not 

By Bessie often heard. 

If we can make her 
happy, 

Then let us freely 
buy 


" Who’ll buy my sweet, fresh flowers ? 
I gathered them to-day ! 

Kind ladies, and kind gentlemen, 

For just a moment stay, 

And see my lovely flowers, 

My roses sweet and fair ! 


I’ll give them each to any one 
Who has five cents to spare. 


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BIRDIES IN THE SNOW. 

Birdies, birdies in the snow, 

What do you find to eat, I pray ? 
Birdie, birdie in the tree, 

What think you of the winter day ? 

“ Not a worm crawls on the ground. 
Only snow lies all around, 

And no breakfast have we found. 

Little lady, say, 
li you were a tiny bird, 

Hungry, cold, and tired, too, 

And we were some little girls, 

I’ll tell you what we’d do ; 

We’d throw some bread crumbs down, 
you see, 

And give you a nice breakfast free.* 



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“MY FLOWERS.*' 

Mamma, here are flowers. 

For you, for you ! 

Because I love you, 

I do ! I do ! 

I gathered ’em fresh, 

And they’re wet with dew, 
And they smell so sweetly, 

All the way through. 

Kiss me, Mamma, 

And I’ll kiss 

You, too ! 


HANDSOME DOES.’" 


Rolly, polly, dumpling, oh, 

What can you be watching so ? 

You are a funny little lass ! 

Pray tell us how it came to pass 
That you are grown so very fat, 

And wear a hood instead of a hat ? 

And wear your dress so very long, 

And wear a boy’s boots, broad and strong. 

And look so queer, and altogether 
Like a little round dumpling in winter weather, 

Well, never mind, my dear, if you 
Have a young heart that’s kind and true. 

And if you love and mind your mother, 

I’m very sure, indeed, no other, 

Tho’ she be better dressed, can gain 
One whit more love than you, that’s plain. 

Fine feathers, as you may have heard, 

Dor it always grow on tho boot bird. 



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“GOOD-BYE, MAMMA!" 




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“GOOD-BYE, MAMMA!" 

** Good-bye, mamma, I’m off to school, 

I’ll study hard, and mind each rule; 

And so when I am grown a man, 

I’ll help you daily all I can. 

Now give me just another kiss, 

To start me for the day, 

And Rover ’ll help you not to miss 
Me, while I am away.” 

So off he goes, the little boy, 

Who is his mother’s pride and joy; 

And O, how patiently he tries 
To learn the things that make men wise. 
But though he often tired grows, 

H is little heart is strong, 

For mother kissed her boy, you know. 
To help the day along. 

And when the boy has grown a man, 

To help his mother all he can, 

How he will sometimes long to be 
Once more her little boy, that he 
Might climb upon her lap again 
Before he goes to school, 

And coax for kisses ere he starts 
To help him mind each rule ! 


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DOLLY’S MAMMA AND THE DOCTOR, 





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WADING. 



Little Susan — Susie-Sue — went out one summer day 
With little Thomas — Tommy-Tom — in the green fields to play. 
They waded in the pretty brook, and oh, what fun they had ! 

That little happy Susie-Sue, and Tommy-Tom so glad. 

But, sad to say, Sue lost her shoe, which she had called a boat, 
Because with many a stone had Tom for fun set it afloat, 

And so it chanced that home they went, Sue on one foot a-skipping. 
And mamma scolded at them both, and gave poor Tom a whipping. 


CLIMBING THE FENCE. 






“ Let’s climb the fence,” said Bessie ; 

“ I dare not,” Mamie said ; 

And timid little Sallie 

Cried, “ I’ll fall and bump my head ! ” 
So Bessie climbed the fence, but 


Wee Mamie staid below, 

But timid little Sallie 

Crawled under, you must know. 

And crawling under, what do you think, 
She beat Miss Bessie quick as a wink. 



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SEE WHAT I’VE FOUND!” 


For the mowers with their scythes 
Only care for making hay, 

And the grasses low will lie, 

When shall come the close of day. 



In the meadows far and near, 

See the haymows, fragrant, sweet ; 
Soon the flowers the children love 
Will be scattered at their feet. 


“ See what Fve found ! daisies white. 
Growing in the midst of clover ; 

Just the prettiest bunch you’ll see, 

Tho’ you search the whole field over.” 


Buttercups and daisies, too, 

Clover blossoms white and red ; 
Green, green grasses growing high, 
'Way above each little head. 


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Mamma loves butter, don’t you see ? 

And — on good biscuit — so do we ! 

Mamma loves something better than that — 
She loves her children plump and iat. 


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SORROWFUL LITTLE BESSIE. 


O, the sorrowful little girl ! 

Whither is she going ? 

And why so sad when earth is glad, 
And every breeze a-blowing, 

Tells happy secrets full of glee 
To every leaf on every tree ? 

And daisies white, 

’Mongst the grasses light, 

Hide with buttercups all the day 
Or with the golden butterflies play. 


O, the beautiful sky above ! 

Where soft, white clouds go sailing ; 

And sunbeams grow, and glisten and glow, 
With a glory never failing. 

Ah yes, the sky is soft and blue, 

And so the little maid’s eyes, too, 

Are soft and blue as the sunny skies ! 

But, oh dear me ! there are tears in her eyes. 
And the little heart is so troubled and sad 
That never a sunbeam can make it glad ! 


O, Bessie and I a secret know : 

She was naughty a little while ago ; 

And she cannot play 

With the sunbeams gay 

Till mamma has kissed all the tears away; 

And then the sun in the skies so blue 

Will dance and shine in the blue eyes too. 


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THE BUTTERFLY. 


Oh ! I am only a butterfly, 

With naught to do all day 
But with the daisies in the grass 
At hide and seek to play. 

I dress all up in my very best, 

All blue and gold and yellow ; 

And all the insects envy me 
For a very handsome fellow. 

I do not live so old to be 
That on a crutch I go, 

But I fill my days with happiness, 
Like a sensible chap, you know ; 

And there’s many a mortal, so hear I 
Who lives the life of a butterfly. 


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“THE LITTLE GRANDPA.” 



He looks like a little grandpa, and he gives a grunt or two, 

When I squeeze him in the middle, which I dearly love to do. Hark ! 


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HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL. 


We’ve been to the hospital, doggies and I, 

To take nice things to eat to the sick children 
there ; 

And oh, I’m so sorry to see them all lie 

So helpless in bed. It does hardly seem fair 

That some folks should suffer, and others should 
not ; 

But Mamma says, God knows the best for us 
all. 

And I love the dear children in each little cot, 
And I think I can comfort them tho’ I’m so 
small. 

I carry them jellies, and nice books to read, 

And anything else the nurse thinks they may 
need ; 

And I try to be thankful, more than I can tell, 

That the Father in heaven keeps me strong and 
well. 



MR. AND MRS. AND MISS PIGEON. 



T hey thought they’d go to a watering- 
place, 

The happy family, 

And “We’ll tone our daughter up a 
bit,” 

Said Mr. Pigeon, said he. 

So off they flew and travelled awhile, 
And found a beautiful spot 

Where they could quietly take their 
baths 

When the weather was dry and hot. 

Oh, such a beautiful watering-place 
For pigeons never was found : 

It was only a queer old fashioned tub, 
With sides all smooth and round. 


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POOR DOLLY! 



Poor, poor dolly ! isn’t it a pity ? 

She was the dearest dolly in all of New York City. 

But Brother Fred 
First cracked her head, 

Then broke her little arm ? 

I never thought my doll would come 
To such a dreadful harm. 

Poor, poor dolly ! now isn’t it a pity ? 

But there are plenty just as good in this big New York City. 



WHAT LAZY FOLKS LOSE. 
Out of the window doggie looks, 

To see the rising sun. 

Full well he knows, now day has dawned, 
His play-time has begun. 

“ Bow-wow,” says he, “ would all like me 
Could know what a glorious sight I see.” 





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“COCK-A-DOODLE DOO!” 



COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO ! 

Whose little folks are you ? 

Pray have you come to rob the nest 
Of the good wife I love the best ? 
Hi ! cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

Whose little thieves are you r 

Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

I’ll tell you what to do : 

Go off to farmer Barton’s farm, 

And all his gray old hens alarm. 

But — Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

Here we want none of you. 

Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

I’ll crow each morn for you, 

If you will let my eggs alone 
Till some wee babies I can own 
Cock-a-doodle doo ! 

I’m much obliged to you. 


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LITTLE BACHELOR. 

I’m a merry little bachelor ! 

Can any little maid, 

For the sake of gentle pity, 

My forlorn condition aid ? 

I have news that is quite shocking ! 

Here’s a hole, Miss, in my stocking ! 

Who will darn it ? that’s the question ; 

I am open to suggestion. 

And if any maid will do it, I’m sure she’ll never rue it, 
For I’m amiable and harmless, so people all have said. 


THE HUNGRY BOY. 

Dorothy, Dorothy, give me a bite ? 

“ Wait, if you please, for your supper to-night.” 
Dorothy, Dorothy, give me a slice ? 

“ I fear if I do, ’twill be gone in a trice.” 

Dorothy, Dorothy, — give me a kiss ? 

41 I’m ashamed of you, sir ! If you’re hungry, take this ! ” 




MASTER BOOZABOO. 

Little Master Boozaboo, 

When he went a-fishing, 

To catch a trout that weighed a ton 
Most ardently was wishing. 

Little Master Boozaboo, 

He waited all the day, 

The fishes wagged their tails at him, 
Then — swam the other way. 


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GOING TO SNOW. 



It’s going to snow — then what shall I do, 

My dear little, sweet little dolly, with you ? 
And, oh, dear me, it will spoil my hat, 

And wet yours, too, for the matter of that. 
Oh, dolly, dear, it is lucky, you see, 

That I brought papa’s new umbrella with me. 




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GOING TO MARKET. 



See, Rover is going to market, 

To buy himself something to eat; 

He will wag his tail to the butcher, 

And bark for a piece of meat. 

Oh, Rover is such a good doggie, 

Like some little boys that I know ! 

He is clever and bright, and we trust him 
At all times on errands to go. 



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TAKING A RIDE. 

Don’t go so fast, Sir Billy Goat. 

My wife and child and I 
Can hardly keep our balance here, 

All mounted up so high. 

Good doggie, bark at him no more, 

He’s rattled our bones till they are sore. 


THREE FRIENDS AND THEIR WOES. 

Three friends once met on the king’s high- 
way — 

A miserable set of friends were they. 

The cat was lame in her right hand paw, 
The dog had toothache in his jaw, 

The mule had ear-ache, poor old soul ! 

And not one of three was thoroughly whole. 
They met, and sadly said “ Good-day ! ” 
Then parted again on the king’s highway. 



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FUNNY LAND, 


Did you ever hear of Funny Land, 
Where all the people play. 

And do not do a stroke of work 
Throughout the livelong day ? 
Where trees are grown for climbing, 
And clothes are never torn ; 

And sunbeams shine forever 
From morn till day has gone? 
Where mothers never punish 
Their naughty girls and boys ; 
Where there are never school-books, 
But only lots of toys ? 

Oh, Funny Land is such a place 
For fun and jolly times ! 

I wish that we could find it 
Outside — this book of rhymes. 



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THE LITTLE ARTIST. 

I’m sure, indeed I’m very sure, 

It looks like my papa. 

And won’t she be surprised, 

When I show it to mamma ! 


It’s got his best expression, too, 

And wears his kind of hat. 

And his body and his legs and arms. 
Are truly just like that. 

O, papa ’ll be so happy when 
He sees his picture here — 

And — when he knows the artist 
Is his little daughter dear ! 



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PLAYMATES. 

Ride, ride a pig-a-back, 

Pussie cat, and master Jack. 

Pussie has no fear, you know, 

Because her master loves her so. 
Playmates they, and sunny weather 
Seems to reign when they’re together. 
Why ? Because good temper brings, 
Sunshine, always, on its wings. 


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“BABY” POLLY. 

Oh, naughty little Polly ! 

Why, what a nurse are you ! 

Oh, six-year-old Miss Polly! 

And what a baby, too ! 

Poor baby sister cries and cries, 

And hardly can believe her eyes, 

To see you drink her milk so fast, 
You, whose young baby days are past. 

Oh, selfish Polly ! tell us 
What will dear Nursie say 
To find the baby’s milk has 
Vanished the wrong way ? 

We’ll put long dresses on you, dear, 
For you’re a baby, too, we fear, 

And no more cake we’ll give to you — 
For cake for babies will not do. 



LET WELL ENOUGH ALONE. 

Well, what in the world is the matter with 
you ? 

You all act like geese — ’pon my honor, you do ! 

Can't an honest old donkey be taking a walk 

But you must assail him with chatter and 
talk ? 

Be calm now, my friends, and don’t be in a 
hurry 

To throw a respectable beast in a flurry. 

Your gobble — like many a person’s I know — 

Loses half of its sense in its vain overflow ; 

My face you should rather prefer to my back, 

Lest my heels chance to answer your fool- 
ish — “ quack ! ” — “ quack ! ” 




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HARRY’S DOGS. 


This is Harry’s little 
do g, 

On an errand 

going ; 

See his eyes, how 
wise he looks ! 
As tho’ all things 
worth knowing 
Were stored away 
In his small brain, 
With knowledge quite 
o’erflowing. 



Such a giddy dog is 
he, 

He’s always on the 
run, 

And never knows a 
happy day 

Unless engaged in 
fun. 

And yet ’tis only fair 
to say 

His errands are 
well done. 


This is Harry’s other 
dog, 

He’s on the watch, 
you see. 

A splendid dog, a noble 
dog, 

A trusty dog, is he. 

He never runs the 
streets about, 

With other dogs to 
play, 

But watches at his Mas- 
ter’s gate 

When he has gone 
away. 



He thinks, no doubt, 
“ Since Master has 
A trust bestowed on 
me, 

It is my duty now to 
try 

How faithful I can 
be.” 

So, little boys, whoe’er 
you are, 

This lesson try to 
learn, 

And from your duties 
great or small, 

Do not unkindly turn. 


Be faithful in the very least 
The Master bids you do, 

And when to manhood you are grown, 
Ail men shall find you true. 


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BABY AND FLOWERS. 



OME pretty leaves, 

A flower or two, 

I’ll bind together, 

Baby, for you. 

You are my flower, 

The sweetest that 
grows, 

My bud and my 
blossom, 

And beautiful rose. 

And you shall twine 
around mother’s 
heart. 

And nothing shall 
mother and baby 
part. 


“SO SCARED!” 



I wonder if she saw a mouse, 

Or did she see a ghost ? It may be 
Only a dog barked at the moon, 

And made of Jennie such a baby. 

Go bring a bottle and bottle the tears 
Of this poor little damsel so full of fears. 



A SLEIGH-RIDE. 


A sleigh-ride on the frozen snow — 
Fast and fast as the wind we go. 
Bells are jingling, 

Ears are tingling, 

Noses cold and colder grow. 

Oh, isn’t it fun on a moonlight night, 
To skim away on the snow so white. 



Little maiden in the shoe, 

What in the world are you going to do 
With all your traps and family ? 

What a careworn mother, dear, you must 
be. 

Little maid, if I were you, 

I’d live in a house instead of a shoe. 


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The donkey ride, the donkey ride ! 
Two little children side by side, 
While Fido trots along before, 

And barks until his throat is sore. 
Good donkey Ned, so sure and slow, 
A mile in most two hours will go. 


THE DONKEY RIDE. 


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THE PUPPIES’ BATH. 



Keep quiet, little puppies, do ! 

I’ll give a lovely bath to you. 

I’ll make your faces nice and clean 
As ever puppy's face was seen ; 

But I will do my best to try 
And not get soap, dears, in your eye. 
For when nurse does that thing to me, 
It makes the tears come, don’t you see ? 



THE DANCING 
JACK. 

See him go, 

It’s a jig, you know. 

He always likes 
To dance just so. 

Where do you think 
I got him, pray ? 

Out of a grab-bag 
Yesterday. 

We went to a fair in 
the village, you see, 

And this was the 
nicest “grab” forme. 

My dancing Jack, my 
jumping Jack, 

Of attitudes graceful 
he has no lack. I 


“PLENTY OF THEM!” 



Plenty of them — nice and sweet. 
Apples falling at my feet. 

How can a little girl like me 
So many, many apples eat ? 



“ Don’t be frightened, little miss, 

I only want a nice, sweet kiss.” 

“ O naughty wasp, go ’way from me, 
Your face I do not like to see. 

The other way please turn your wings, 
And with you carry all your stings. 0 


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GOING TO MARKET. 


This is the way we trot, trot, trot, 
This is the way w'e go. 

I am the girl that’s going to town, 
Carrying my pig, you know. 


A little pig, a fine fat pig, 

She’s worth her weight in gold. 
Whoever wants, had best buy now. 
Before my pig grows old. 


OUR HARRY BOY. 



“ Now, tate my liteness, wite away!” 

Demands our Harry boy ; 

“ I be a dear, dood boy to-day ! ” 

His eyes grow bright with joy 
As on the rug he seats himself, 

The precious, merry little elf, 

And looking up in papa’s eyes, 

P'ease tate my liteness now !” he cries. 
And while he waited papa’s answer, 
The artist seized his chance, you see, 
And by and by our boy cried, laughing, 
“ I’s dot a Hawwy dus hte me! ” 



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WHO IS IT? 

“ There’s a queer-looking thing in the 
water there, 

With enormous ears, and rough-looking 
hair, 

And eyes half starting out of his head. 

I wonder what is it ? ” thinks donkey Ned. 

“ That very queer thing of legs has four, 

Each of them stretching a mile or more 

From the corners of his body so round — 

Down — straight down to the grassy 
ground. 

Oh, what can it be?” 

Oh, donkey Ned — 

You’re not so foolish — if truth were 
said, 

For there’s many a two-legged donkey, 
too, 

Who knows himself no better than you. 


MENDING HIS NET. 

Mending his net, the fisher lad 

Sits early in the day. 

With fish to catch, and fish to sell, 
What time has he for play ? 

The ripples in the sunbeams shine. 
The beach is smooth and white, 
But busy Tom, the fisher lad, 


Must work till comes the night 


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HOW CAN I? 



How can I spell “ cat ” when I don’t know how ? 
Dear sister, be good, and stop lessons just now ; 
Or else, if you please, let me try to spell 
"play” ; 

And that’s what I’d like to be doing to-day. 

Let brother be quiet as long as he will ; 

/ don’t feel exactly like sitting so still. 

Dear sister, be good now, and please let me go, 
And don’t make me study these things I don’t 
know. 

There’s only one lesson that I never miss, 

And that is to love you, and coax with a kiss. 


THE QUARREL. 



“I’m mad at you, you naughty kitty ! 

I really think it is a pity 

That you should scratch and bite me so ! 

With you I nowhere else will go. 

I’ll turn my back — nor talk to you, 

And do not care how much you — mew.” 


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BUMBLE-BEE. 


Rig a jig, you bumble-bee, 

Make some honey sweet for me, 
Then fly away and get some more 
To add to that you have in store. 
Rig a jig, you buzzer bold, 

If you dare to sting I’ll surely scold. 
Oh, bumble-bee, oh, bumble-bee, 

Go make some honey sweet for me, 
And just as sure as you’re alive 
I’ll make a visit to your hive, 

And thank you, bumble-bee so bold, 
For making honey bright as 


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Captain Rover, how do you do ? 

A jolly soldier, sir, are you ; 

Pray tell me, for I’d like to know, 

Why your own trumpet you must blow ? 
“ Because, kind sir, the truth to tell, 

There is no one can blow it half so well." 
Oh, Captain Rover, how do you do ? 

A conceited old soldier, I think, are you. 


“CAPTAIN ROVER.” 


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TOO MUCH, OR TOO LITTLE. 



Hold up, horsey ! hold up, whoa ! 
There is no need so fast to go. 

My reins are short, my legs the same ; 
Go easy now, my little dame. 

’Tis plain the driver is too small, 

Or else the horsey is too tall. 


SO NEAR AND YET SO FAR. 



Bear, Bear, hurry and catch it ; 

The big red apple ! why don’t you snatch it ? 
You’ve climbed so far, and the apple is near. 
Why can’t you get it ? ah, much I fear, 

You are like some people who strive for gains 
Forever beyond their reach and pains. 


CAT’S CRADLE. 

All we want is a pussy cat, 

And we’d put her fast to sleep, 
And lay her here in her cradle fine 
And roll her up in a heap, 

And swing her softly to and fro, 

Till into the land o’ nod she’d go, 
And by and by she’d wake and play 
And with her cradle run away. 



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AN IMPORTANT SECRET, 


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THE JAPANESE UMBRELLA. 

It cost five cents in a Bowery store — 

Five whole pennies ! not one cent more. 
They took it off to the country, where 
They opened it wide to the fragrant air. 
The sun looked down at the curious thing, 
And all its beams in a fright took wing. 
"We’re American beams ; tell us, who can, 
How came we so suddenly in Japan ?” 



"TOO TIRED FOR ANYTHING!” 



I’m just too tired for anything ! — 

Too tired even to play! 

I don’t care, either, if dolly slips off 
And breaks her head to-day. 

I’m just as tired of everything 
As ever a girl could be ; 

I wish mamma would stop sewing awhile, 
And remember a child like me. 

For dollies and toys are not everything 
A little girl wants, you see. 



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POOR DOLLY’S LEG. 


It wasn't amputated — 

It just fell off ; and so 
My dolly ’ll be a cripple, 
And on her crutches go. 


But Dr. Gluepot, may be, 

Can mend it up again ; 

And Dolly will not fret 
While she has to suffer pain. 



“LOOK AT ME.” 


Do you, or don’t you ? 

Look at me ! 

If you are not honest, 
Why, I shall see. 

Do you love cousin. Jackie 
More than me ? 



CHERRIES. 

“ Cherries, ripe cherries, 

O give me a few ? ” 
Cherries ain’t good for 
A baby like you. 

“ Give me a cherry, 

I’ll pay with a kiss.” 

Ah, now you shall eat them, 
My wise little miss. 



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SO HUNGRY! 



Such a hungry little set, so clamorous for their tea ! 

And making so much busy work for the big sisters three ! 
Its “ Please, some bread with ’lasses too ; ” 

And — “ Sister, I called first to you ! ” 

And — “ Want some milk with sugar in it ! ” 

And — “ O, I wants some cake dis minute !” 

And — “ Hurry, sister, don’t you see 
I’m almost starved to death for tea?” 

And O, such hungry little folks, all sitting at the table, 
And busy eating all they can as fast as they are able. 


LITTLE BUTTERFLY. 

Little butterfly, come here, 

How I love you, pretty dear ! 

Or if you so far must fly, 

Take me with you to the sky. 
Butterfly, I'll be your flower, 

You shall hover o’er my bower. 
And thro’ all the merry day 
We will have a happy play. 



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Oh, Johnny, what’s the trouble, that you have ceased to chatter? 

“ ’Cause I’ve got the awfullest toothache ! And that’s what’s the matter.’ 



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SLEEPY HEAD. 

Rouse, rouse, you sleepy head, 

Lie no longer here in bed. 

The sun was up an hour ago, 

And you should welcome him, you know. 
Rouse, rouse, you sleepy head, 

Lie no longer here in bed. 




Christmas Eve so calm and still ! 
O’er the meadows lies the snow ; 
White-robed trees so stately stand 
In the quiet moonlight’s glow ; 

Soon from out the high church tower 
Merrily the bells will ring, 

And all hearts will sing the praise 
Of the little new-born King. 

“ Christ the Lord has risen to-day : ” 
Hark ! thus goes the welcome story. 
Ring, ye bells, for Christmas day ! 
Christ has come in all his glory ! 



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POOR TOM. 


Poor Tom ! he’s only a beggar-boy, 
Weary, and lone, and sad, 

A few kind words, and a crust of bread, 
Are enough to make him glad. 


Kind little readers, do bear in mind 
That, wheresoever you go, 

It is always better, for your own dear sakes. 
The seeds of kindness to sow. 



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THIS IS THE WAY. 


This is the way to do it, see ? 
Now, Sue and Sally, look at me. 
You point your toe, 

And hop you go, 

And pretty soon 
You jump — just so. 

Then higglety, wigglety, 
Hip-hop-hop. 

You turn about — 

And give a flap, 

Then shake your dress 
And curtsey, so ; 

And over again 
You point your toe; 

And after awhile 
It’s just a chance 
That one oi you 
May learn to dance. 



ON THE BEACH. 

I wonder much what this thing is? 


It looks like fringe to me ; 

I guess it came from off the dress 
Of a mermaid in the sea. 

May be she came one sunny day 
Up to the beach to walk, 

And with old Sam, the fisherman. 

To sit awhile and talk. 

And then perhaps her dress was caught 
Upon a rock, and so 

She tore the fringe, poor mermaid ! 

She is sorry now, I know. 

Well, I will leave it here for her, 

The mermaid in the sea. 

And she may come another day 
And leave her thanks for me. 




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SO MANY PETS TO LOVE. 

A doggie, a pussy, two birds and one Bunny, 

And wee Mistress Bessie, Oh, isn’t it funny ! 

Are playing together, all friends, and no foes — 

For Bess and her pets almost any one knows ; 

First, Bruno, good fellow, he loves little Bess, 

Well, more than you children, I fancy, could guess ; 


Then Pussy — she always purrs loudest, you see, 
When near her small mistress she’s able to be; 
Then Bunny, the rabbit — he cares not to eat. 
Unless little Bessie will offer the treat; 

And Dickie and Chippie are never, ’tis said, 

Quite happy save when on her round golden head 
They are perching contentedly, having no fear, 
Tho’ Pussy is blinking and winking so near. 

Do you know why sweet Bessie has so many pets ? 
It is only because Bessie never forgets 
To be gentle and kind in each word and each deed. 
And to give to each pet any care it may need. 

O, dear little people, be loving and true 
In your daily behavior — whatever you do, 

And the love that you give will be given to you. 



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But maybe, some fine day, 

I’ll have one, if my sister 
Should marry young John 
Grey. 

He works in papa’s meadow, 
And rakes the hay, you see; 
And Oh, he just loves chil- 
dren, 

’Cause he’s awful good to me. 

My sister goes a-walking 
On many a night with him, 
When the moon, so brightly 
shining, 

Makes all the stars seem dim. 
Of course, I can’t be certain — 
But, while things point that way, 
I can’t help thinking I shall have 
A brother some fine day. 


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No, children, not another one ! * 

I’ve told you all the rhymes I know. 

Go off to play, and be content, 

And do not tease good nature so. 

My breath is gone, my eyes are dim. 

Too many stories have I told. 

But if I’ve made you happy, dears, 

Within your hearts my memory hold. 

Good Bye ! 










